#grow up and stop embarrassing yourselves holy shit

[pwurrz]

1d fans who are grown adults in their 30s still have worms for brains i see

[elysianslove]

secret relationship; tsukishima kei, tanaka ryūnosuke, yamamoto taketora 

requested by anon(s); their respective teams finding out about their relationships 

pairings; tsukishima kei x reader, tanaka ryūnosuke x fem!reader, yamamoto taketora x fem karasuno manager!reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none! (maybe a few curse words)

note; i’m so sorry tsukki’s so much longer than the other two oh my

tsukishima kei 

━━  in your defense, neither of you had heard the blaring alarm, and supposedly, no one else in his home had either. after having unintentionally lost track of time with your boyfriend the night prior that it had gotten a little too late for you to head home safely, you’d agreed to kei’s suggestion to spend the night, and fell asleep in his arms. that wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary. you couldn’t count on ten fingers the nights you’d spent at his home, waking up with your limbs tangled with his, despite the fact that he insisted cuddling was his least favorite thing to do. missing the alarm is what’s unusual. kei’s not the heaviest of sleepers, evident in the way he nearly tramples you every night, suffocating you to him and restricting your movements. the fact that he hadn’t heard it, and had left to ring annoyingly loud until it gave up was confusing enough. 

this wouldn’t pose as much of an issue if it weren’t for your situation. on the contrary, really; you loved nothing more than waking up at the hour you desire, kei still sound asleep by you. he always looked a lot calmer, a lot less tense, his mind a little quieter. his arms were caging you in, giving you enough freedom to tilt your head back and admire him, as his chest rose and fell gently, as his eyes fluttered lightly with the remnants of a dream. in the quiet of his room, you wondered what those golden irises could see. 

but of course, a sleepy, fuzzy, lovesick brain wasn’t a luxury for long, and the blurriness began to slip away, just as reality began catching up. your mind began to process the time that the clock that hung opposite you read (too late in the afternoon), then the day of the week (sunday, practice day), then, the cherry on top of the cake — the sound of heavy footsteps, too many footsteps, loud, familiar voices. and finally, the fact that you weren’t supposed to be where you were: in kei’s bed. 

you’d encountered his — friends on countless occasions, just never as his significant other. at first, it had left you slightly insecure, wondering if kei was somehow ashamed of you, embarrassed to be tied to you. eventually, however, you’d figured that it hadn’t been shame or embarrassment. he’s just a private person, and if anything, it’s possessiveness: the desire to keep you and all that you are to himself. not that he’d ever have to share once you were exclusive to his teammates, but it’s more that he also wants the idea and thought of you secret. he wants to luxury of calling you his to be private, just something he can enjoy. and maybe you liked the thrill of it too, seeing as you’d agreed, for the time being. you liked the rushed kisses in fear of getting caught, and the secret glances he’d offer you during school hours, and the way he held your hand beneath the table for no one but you to know about. you liked it, and you respected his wishes. 

when the footsteps drew closer, you realized just how screwed you are, and it would mean a lot worse for you to be caught slipping away through the window than to be caught in bed, so you lean up, hugging yourself tighter to him, and bring your lips by kei’s ear. shaking him slightly, you whisper, “baby, wake up. the boys are here.” 

kei rustles around, blinking slightly, before huffing and wrapping his arms tighter around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling incoherently. 

you stifle a laugh at his clingy reaction, wishing that this was somehow being recorded. with laughter behind your tone, you repeat your words, shaking him harsher. “kei,” you drawl, whining. “kei, we’re gonna get caught.” 

he only mumbles again, breath hot on your neck. 

“tsukki! tsukki!” 

shit, nishinoya and tanaka were also here?

“kei, baby, you are going to be mortified when you wake up,” you warn, but nonetheless, you continue to hold him to you, bringing a hand up to his hair and sighing. “don’t kick me for trying to warn you.” 

the door bursts open, followed by tanaka’s sing-song voice calling out for your boyfriend. he leads the way into the bedroom, head high and eyes closed, as him and three of kei’s teammates march in. he’s oblivious to your head peeking out beneath the crook of kei’s neck, until his eyes open, his hands faltering on his hips as he finally registers your face. 

you grin up at him, fingers waving at him in greeting. “hey,” you call out cheekily. 

tanaka freezes, head cocking to the side as he’s pushed away while the other three file in. as soon as nishinoya notices you, he clamps his hand over his mouth, his mouth wide with laughter and eyes lost in shock. yamaguchi’s face is tinted red, glance frozen at you, while sugawara, ever the sadist, laughs freely and loudly. 

“so this is why he’s late?” tanaka yells in a hushed tone. 

sugawara, still laughing, grabs his phone from his jacket’s pocket, switching to the camera app quickly and lifting it up to snap a photo. you throw up a peace sign. 

“tsukki, you ass!” nishinoya shouts, leaping quickly onto the bed, forcing you and kei to shift suddenly. “get up, get up, get the fuck up!”

the boy in your arms groans, his eyes still shut tightly as he finally loosens his hold on you, rolling onto his back. a hand is lifted up to his face as he rubs away the sleep in his eyes, while nishinoya positions himself to stand directly above him, feet on either side of his hips as he leans down, peering straight at his face. 

kei’s eyes finally open, hand falling to his side in search of yours as it always does, before he looks up, and spots nishinoya sporting the cheekiest of expressions. he sighs in preparation of the teasing to come, and exhales sharply. 

“shit.”

sugawara is yet to stop laughing. 

tanaka ryūnosuke

━━  “ryu, you’re late to practice.” 

the boy in question shushes you quietly, hugging you tighter to him as he whispers out, “five more minutes,” lips brushing against the nape of your neck, down to your shoulder blades. your back is pressed to his bare chest, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. you rest a hand on that arm, stroking it gently as you try to wake him up. 

with how the boys had been progressing with volleyball, practice hours had increased, and therefore quality time with ryu had decreased. there was a little voice in the back of your head egging him on, urging you to cuddle back into him and let him nuzzle into you more, the part of you that missed him, missed all of him. there was a more logical side of you that knew better, that acknowledged all the work and effort he’d put to get where he is today, and that didn’t want him to miss out any opportunity to grow, or to put all that effort to waste. so you sigh, gripping at his forearm tightly as you try to get away. 

“come on, babe,” you whine, attempting desperately to try and get away from him. 

“woah, ryu, you got a girl with you or something?”

you freeze. ryu freezes. the world stops. 

that had definitely been nishinoya’s voice, there was no doubt about that. and it isn’t like the both of you had kept your relationship a secret from your mutual friends deliberately. it had just never came up in conversation. maybe they were just blind, honestly. there had been no hiding it: you held hands, you hugged him tight after every win, he walked you home after evening practice after school, you hung out during school all the time. so really, it isn’t your fault that no one put two and two together. 

you’d just hoped it wouldn’t be in such a comprising situation. you don’t even have pants on.

“holy shit, you do— what the fuck!” your boyfriend’s teammates scream is piercing, and eardrum shattering. you wince at the sound, fingers tightening around ryu’s arm. once nishinoya processes what he’s seen, and who he’s seen, he storms outside of the bedroom, leaving the door ajar behind him, allowing you to listen in on his yells.

somehow, ryu’s still sleeping. 

“you guys are not going to believe what i just saw,” you hear nishinoya calling out and — holy shit, was the whole team here? was he really that late to practice? 

you manage to break free of ryu’s unrelenting grasp just as the footsteps group by your boyfriend’s bedroom door. they all walk in as you try and fix your bed hair, smiling weakly as one by one, they fill up the room. raising a hand, you sheepishly smile and wave, calling out a low, “morning everyone.” 

looking to your left, you find ryu still sleeping. with the way hinata’s bouncing over to where the two of you lay, you doubt it’ll be for long. secret was meant to be outed at some point, wasn’t it? 

yamamoto taketora 

━━  as you and your team finally arrive at your destination, nekoma high, the bus comes to a stop, parking off to the side. immediately, the boys are jumping from their seats, eager to stretch their limbs and greet their long distance friends. you, kiyoko and yachi take your time in comparison to them, gathering all your things, stretching yourselves out. yachi and kiyoko are first to leave between the three of you, working on keeping your teammates in check and making sure none drift off, while you stay behind, checking in on the bus to make sure nobody left anything behind (which you’re glad you always do, because both hinata and kageyama had forgotten their phones). stepping off the bus, you raise your arms up in a stretch, bones cracking satisfyingly. you squint up at the sun as you sigh, hand coming up to shield yourself from it. 

“shōyō, kags!” you call out, walking up to the group of boys huddled around each other, both nekoma and karasuno. “forget anything?” you place their phones in either hand, giving them playfully disapproving looks as they shamefully take it from you, red dusting their cheeks and a low sorry spilling from their lips. your expression twists into a cheerful one, and you wave them off. 

as the herd of people begins to move, you plan on following, until you hear your name yelled out loudly, in a very distinct, familiar voice. excitement overtaking you, you turn the other way, dropping your bag to the ground and jumping into the awaiting of your arms of your long distance boyfriend. 

“tora baby, i missed you!” you squeal, arms wrapping tight around his neck and legs around his waist, ankles hooked as he rocks you from side to side. he hugs you with just as much earnest, burying his face in your neck gratefully. 

he hums by your ear, pressing a wet kiss to your neck as he says, “missed you more. more than you could ever imagine.” 

you chuckle lightly to yourself, lifting your head up and leaning back to glance at him. “sap,” you tease, tilting your head closer. 

“hey, you were the one that jumped into my arms,” he argues. 

you quirk an eyebrow. “you were the one that yelled out my name and ran at me,” you retort. “like we’re in some sort of rom-com.” you’re rolling your eyes, but your heart’s beating unsteadily at the way he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. unwilling to continue your banter, having missed him, and missed kissing him too much to do so, you lift a hand to the nape of his neck and push his lips closer to yours, finally kissing him properly. 

you’re not able to enjoy it for long, feeling a hand grab at the collar of your jacket on the back of your neck. it pulls at you until you break from the kiss, until you’re forced out of your boyfriend’s arms, and stumbling onto the ground back on your feet. 

“have some decorum, manager,” daichi teases, and you roll your eyes, reaching out again for taketora. 

he takes you into his arms easily, letting you rest your head on his chest, and wrapping your arms around his waist. “he’s just jealous that we’re in love,” he jokes, and you huff out a laugh, allowing him to steer you away from the small crowd, and towards the gym, leaving your boys and his teammates behind. 

“am i the only one that’s like, shocked?” ennoshita breaks the silence. 

“really? i’m more heartbroken,” nishinoya joins in, earning a smack from daichi. 

tanaka breathes in steadily. “kiyoko-san, please don’t be next,” he pleads. 

“tanaka-san, please stop being dramatic.” 

[makoodlesarchive]

(oh my god they were roommates!)

so this is late and i’m sorry, but happy birthday bakubabe!

ok so i was totally unprepared for people to like dragon dick kiri so i am feeling blessed 🙏🏻 knowing that other people now have to suffer in dragon dick kiri hell with me!

still not 100% sure if i’m happy with how this came out, but either way this is thanks to @lady-bakuhoe​​ !

pairing: kirishima eijirou x reader x bakugou katsuki

word count: 6.3k

warnings: threesome, oral sex (receiving), vaginal sex, voyeurism, dragon dick kiri

this is part 2 to bad dragon!     ||    dragon dick kiri masterlist

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Dating Kirishima was never boring, in day-to-day life or in the bedroom, but there was an incredibly distinct difference to his overall demeanour and behaviour once you started being intimate with him. The privilege of watching him grow more confident in his own skin feels like a gift, and knowing that you’re able to help with that growth always causes a warmth to settle in your chest. He stops shying away from innocent touches like hugs and cuddles, he starts getting comfortable touching you first; He’s steadily adjusting to the idea that you’re not going to push him away or reject him. Things are good. Better than good. Kirishima is an absolute sweetheart as always, and the sex is amazing. 

He’s starting to get so much better with initiating things with you, and that includes PDA. You guess that’s how it starts. It begins with the little things; he’ll pull you in for a kiss, with you pressed tight between his legs, and you’ll feel the back of your neck prickle. When you’re making out on the couch with you straddling his lap, you’ll hear a creak from down the hall. When things start to get hot and heavy when you’re in the shared space of the living room (as they inevitably do, because the both of you have a hard time keeping your hands to yourselves), sometimes you catch a flash of movement over Kirishima’s shoulder.

They’re little things, but they culminate in one undeniable realisation: Bakugou likes to watch.

The first time you bring it up to Kirishima, you’re not sure he believes you. That’s fine; he’s only just starting to come to terms with accepting his own body, and you don’t want to totally blow his mind with the revelation that other people just might be interested in his unusual but very sexy cock, much less his best friend and roommate. Baby steps.

Soon enough though, he seems to notice for himself. Whenever you come over and the two of you are hanging out on the couch, Bakugou’s door will be cracked open just a little. Sometimes when the two of you are getting busy in Kirishima’s bedroom, you can hear footsteps right outside the door. It’s nothing overt or invasive, but once you know he’s out there listening to his best friend ploughing you into the mattress, it’s pretty damn hard to ignore.

And honestly? It’s kind of hot. It’s not like you can blame Bakugou for being curious, after all. Knowing that his best friend is packing what Kirishima describes himself as “a weird dick” is enough to make anyone really fucking curious about what exactly “weird” entails. You imagine that any natural curiosity would only be further exacerbated by the fact that his bedroom neighbours Kirishima’s, and he can definitely hear the very enthusiastic sex that you’re having.

Bakugou’s burgeoning peeking habits combined with the fact that Kirishima is horny a lot and is starting to get real comfortable letting you know that means that it’s pretty inevitable that Bakugou is eventually going to walk in on the two of you in a compromising position. The position in question ends up being pretty tame, in the end; you’re on your knees in front of the couch, Kirishima’s dick stretching your mouth wide as spit and precum dribbles down your chin and neck, when the front door opens and Bakugou storms in.

Between the three of you, you honestly don’t know who is more surprised by Bakugou’s sudden interruption. Bakugou totally freezes, eyes wide in shock. You can feel Kirishima tense up beneath your hands. You stare up at the two of them, your mouth still full of Kirishima’s cock.

There’s a brief silence, then- “Why are you fucking on the couch!” Bakugou yells, a vein prominent on his forehead. 

“We’re not!” Kirishima yells back, colour high in his cheeks as his cock slips from your mouth. “We were just- I mean, okay, I know what it looks like, but we weren’t going to- fuck, man, I’m sorry-” Kirishima has reached one hand down to cover himself as the other hand reaches out to you to help you to your feet, but one hand just isn’t enough to hide his dick from sight.

Bakugou still looks furious and embarrassed at having walked in on the two of you like this, but it’s impossible to miss the way his eyes track downwards. Kirishima doesn’t seem to notice where his best friend’s gaze has wandered to, too busy babbling out mortified apologies, but you notice. You see the exact moment that the look in Bakugou’s eyes switches from annoyance to curiosity.

“Do you want to see?” you ask quietly, watching Bakugou closely for a reaction.

Kirishima’s head swings around to stare at you, mouth open, but your attention is on Bakugou. He’s looking at you with just as much disbelief as Kirishima is, but there’s heat simmering in his eyes too. “See what?” he says, feigning ignorance as if you can’t see the way his gaze seems magnetically drawn to look at Kirishima’s crotch and your precome-stained face. 

“Kiri doesn’t mind.” you say softly, mindful that any wrong word or shift in tone could set him off. What you’re saying is true, anyway; the two of you have talked about this, though you’re not sure that either of you actually expected to be in this position.

Bakugou looks to Kirishima, who settles slowly back into the couch and gives an exaggerated shrug. He’s trying to come off as casual, but he misses the mark by a longshot. He’s biting at the inside of his cheek and his jaw is tense. “I don’t mind, bro,” he says, then gives a self-deprecating chuckle, “Can’t promise you’ll like what you see, though.”

You pinch his thigh and scowl at him. “Stop that.” You look back to Bakugou and beckon him over. “Come on. You want to see, right?”

Honestly, you’re not sure if Bakugou is going to go for it. Listening in while the two of you fuck is very different from being personally invited into the action, and you can see him warring with himself over how to approach the situation. After what feels like forever but can’t be more than a moment or two, Bakugou steps forward. Kirishima exhales heavily through his nose, as though he’d been holding his breath with anticipation. He’s still tense, but this is Bakugou, his best friend. You don’t think there’s anyone in the world that Kirishima trusts more, but that also means that it’s going to hurt all that much more if Bakugou reacts badly.

Judging by the impressive bulge in the front of Bakugou’s pants, there’s no need to worry about that. Bakugou steps up beside you and pauses, unsure of himself. Kirishima just stares up at him, equally unsure. The moment stretches out, broken by you getting impatient and reaching out to gently pull Kirishima’s hand away from his very weak attempt at covering himself up.

“Holy fuck.” is Bakugou’s initial reaction to seeing Kirishima’s entire cock for the first time. Kirishima’s arms twitch to cover himself up again, but Bakugou continues with, “How the fuck do you move with that thing in between your legs?”

You snort a laugh, unable to help yourself, and with that the tension is broken. Kirishima chuckles a bit too and relaxes into the couch. “I wear a very supportive jockstrap.”

Bakugou is still staring, the high points of his cheeks flushed red. Kirishima’s hard on, which had been wilting a little, is starting to very visibly fill out again. It’s straining against Kirishima’s belly, precome trailing down the ridges and dripping onto the muscles of his abdomen. It makes for a very fetching sight, and Bakugou can’t seem to take his eyes off it. When he finally speaks, he says “Can I touch it?”, and his voice sounds raw, like he’s been swallowing something sharp.

“Oh shit,” Kirishima breathes, surprise slackening his jaw, “Uh. Yeah. Please.” 

Bakugou’s knees hit the floor right next to you, and then he’s reaching out and tentatively taking hold of Kirishima’s length. The moment his fingertips close around it, a spurt of precome dribbles out of Kirishima’s slit, and Bakugou watches with wide eyes as it slips down his knuckles, sticky and wet. His gaze slides from his own hand to your face, and the mess all over your mouth and chin that you haven’t bothered to wipe away yet. “Is that-?”

“He makes a mess when he’s like this,” you murmur, grinning up at your boyfriend. “Wait till you see how much he comes.”

Bakugou’s throat bobs, “Shit.” he breathes, so quietly that you wonder if he meant to say it at all. He thumbs at the underside of Kirishima’s cock, where the flesh is ridged and swirled. That seems to prove too much for Kirishima, who had been holding patiently still up to that point -- he tips his head back and moans quietly as his hips jump, his cock thrusting in Bakugou’s fist. “You’re- it’s big.”

Kirishima laughs thickly, face tilted towards the ceiling. “Yeah. Not what you were expecting, huh? Even though I told you about it?”

The frown that crosses Bakugou’s face at that seems purely reflexive, as though it’s just instinct to be annoyed at the mere suggestion that he had been wrong about something. “Knowing and seeing are two different things, asshole.” he snaps, readjusting his grip on Kirishima’s cock and making him moan. His fingers trail down to where it thickens at the base, and over the swollen, squishy area right at the bottom. It’s still wet and shiny and sticky from the combination of precum and your spit, and Bakugou seems fascinated by the slickness.

You squirm where you’re kneeling, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable. Watching Bakugou explore Kirishima’s cock like this, his mouth hanging just a little bit open as he grazes his knuckles over all the sensitive bumps along the top, and Kirishima’s soft moaning has you squeezing your thighs together tight. Your panties are getting sticky and wet, but you don’t want to touch yourself in case you ruin the moment. 

Almost as though Bakugou can sense your discomfort, his gaze cuts to you abruptly and he narrows his eyes. “He fucks you with this?”

Heat shudders through you, and you nod with your lip bitten between your teeth.

“How?” Bakugou’s gaze drops to your crotch, hidden by the hem of your sundress, as though it might offer him some answers.

“Practice,” you say, and find that you sound just as raw and affected as Bakugou does. “And he produces a lot of precum, which helps.” Kirishima makes a garbled noise of embarrassment when you say that and hides his face behind his hands, as though that could somehow block out his best friend and his girlfriend on their knees in front of them and having a discussion over his cock about how he fucks.

Bakugou looks at Kirishima’s covered face thoughtfully. “I want to see.” he says, and it sounds like an order.

Kirishima reaches for you immediately, but you hesitate. “I’m not ready.” you say. You’re horny as hell, and you’ve definitely soaked through your panties, but Kirishima is big and he just is not going to fit unless you’re stretched out and prepared for him.

The whine that escapes Kirishima at that is a little desperate and a little impatient, but it’s Bakugou that he looks to next. “Want to get her ready for me?” he asks. It’s his way of taking control of the situation, of ensuring that Bakugou isn’t just sat on the outside looking in, that all three of you are actively involved in the unfolding events.

“Fuck, yes.” Bakugou breathes, a feral little grin lighting up his face. “How?”

You’re a little surprised at how willing Bakugou is to defer to Kirishima in this, but you suppose that he’s way out of his comfort zone. There’s not much time to think too much about it, in any case, because Kirishima is tugging you up onto his lap and spreading your legs wide. Your back is pressed against his chest, ass sat just in front of his cock. Your dress is hitched up around your hips, leaving your damp, sticky panties on display. You want to be embarrassed, but Kirishima is rocking his thick cock into the small of your back and Bakugou is shuffling forward so that his head is between your legs.

“Shit,” Bakugou says, his breath hot on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, “You’re so wet.”

“Can’t blame her for being excited.” Kirishima rumbles a laugh, and you feel the vibrations of it run down your spine. “What do you want him to do to you, sweetheart?”

Bakugou’s face is inches from your clothed pussy, and his hands are playing with the elastic waistband of your panties without actively trying to remove them. The bastard is grinning at you, like he thinks it’s funny watching you struggle to articulate what you want him to do to you. It’s embarrassing, but you figure that if Kirishima was able to lay himself bare and vulnerable in front of the two of you, then the least you can do is make one measly request out loud. “I want you to- can you please, uh, use your mouth?”

Bakugou’s grin gets impossibly wider, “Oh, yeah, baby, I’ll eat you up whole. But only because you said please.”

His mouth descends on you, licking and sucking through your panties. Even with the fabric barrier, the wet heat of his mouth has your head tilting back onto Kirishima’s shoulder with a moan. Thankfully, Bakugou is too impatient to keep up the teasing for any significant amount of time. Your panties are dragged down your legs and then thrown somewhere over Bakugou’s shoulder -- he doesn’t even look where he’s throwing them, his gaze fixed between your legs. Your legs twitch closed, embarrassed at the attention. You have a sudden and intense sympathy for Kirishima as you realise how he must have felt with you and Bakugou examining his cock.

There’s no time to feel self-conscious though, because then Bakugou is pushing your legs open, diving down, latching onto your clit and sucking. You squeal and your hips buck, but Kirishima’s big hands land on your hips and pin you down, keeping you still as Bakugou suckles at your cunt. 

“Fuck!” you gasp, trying to tilt your hips away from his mouth. It’s too much, too fast, but the two of them hold you still and force you to take it until you’re trembling in their hands.

Kirishima hooks his chin over your shoulder so that he can look down and watch Bakugou’s head between your legs. Even from the corner of your eyes, you can see the excited little smile that’s playing on his lips. “How does his mouth feel on you, baby?” he whispers into your ear, the warmth of his breath sending a little shiver down your spine. 

“Feels -ah! - good,” you say, burying your face into Kirishima’s neck. Your thighs keep reflexively twitching closed, but each time Bakugou just bats them open again without pause. His tongue slides down the lips of your pussy until he reaches your slit, and then his tongue is wiggling inside of you and you’re whining into the skin of Kirishima’s throat.

Kirishima kisses your temple, but he doesn’t look away from the sight below -- he’s barely even blinking as he watches Bakugou eat you out. You feel like you’re about to catch fire, bucking your hips desperately into Bakugou’s face as he tongue-fucks you. He just grunts and shoots a quick look up at Kirishima, who promptly readjusts his grip across your stomach so that you can’t move. His cock is pressing into the dip at the small of your back, scalding hot and hard as a goddamn rock.

Bakugou pulls back for half a second to catch his breath, and then he leans in and gets right back to it. He mouths along the lips of your pussy, his teeth grazing and scratching at the sensitive skin just right. You make a noise that sounds embarrassingly close to a sob, and feel Bakugou grinning into the soft flesh of your pussy. Kirishima coos into your ear, telling you how good you are as his hands pull your dress up to your waist so he can run his hands along your skin.

“Do you like him licking at you?” he asks quietly, pressing a kiss to the vulnerable spot just behind your earlobe. 

It shouldn’t be surprising that Bakugou is as aggressive with giving head as he is with just about everything else that he ever does, but having his entire attention focused on eating you out is just the right kind of overwhelming. You want desperately to wind your hands into the wild blonde hair bobbing between your legs, but also really want to come and you don’t want him to stop what he’s doing to snap at you, so you go for the safe option and reach back to wrap your fingers around Kirishima’s spiked hair instead. 

Bakugou’s tongue traces your folds, pulling them into his mouth and suckling. You relax a little, humming your pleasure into Kirishima’s neck. But then Bakugou is digging his tongue into the top of your folds and locating the nub of your clit with absolute precision, and you arch your back with a little scream. Kirishima laughs quietly at your reaction, and you can feel his cock twitch against your back. “Oh, now you’re getting warmed up, huh?”

Bakugou is relentless, devoting everything he has to your clit. He laps at it, stiffens his tongue to a point and flicks at it, wraps his lips around it again and sucks. When he introduces his teeth and grazes it, you’re gone; your whole body seizes up and you keen as you come, but even then Bakugou doesn’t pull away. He laps and suckles at you until you’re gasping and writhing from the overstimulation.

You can’t catch your breath after your orgasm because his mouth is still busy with your clit. He lets go of one of your hips and then suddenly he’s slipping two fingers into you, the slide made easy by how slick you’ve gotten. You have to bite back the scream that wants to escape from between your teeth, tossing your head back desperately onto Kirishima’s chest and whining.

“Gorgeous.” Kirishima praises you, smoothing a few loose strands of hair back from your forehead. He leans over you a little for a better view, admiring the sight of Bakugou tonguing at your clit and pushing his fingers all the way inside of you. “Fuck.” Kirishima breathes, rutting his hips against your ass. “Enjoying yourself, bro?”

Bakugou finally detaches himself from your clit, but his fingers continue fucking in and out of you as he looks up to Kirishima. The entire lower half of his face is wet and shiny from your slick and his own spit, and he looks absolutely obscene as he grins. His tongue pokes out and licks the mess off of his lips. “Yeah,” he says, crooking his fingers into the spongey area at the front of your inner walls and snickering as you squeal, “Yeah, I sure fucking am.”

Kirishima hauls you further up his body so that you’re practically sitting on his lower belly, his cock jutting out in front of you. The move causes Bakugou’s fingers to slip out of you, and you make a dissatisfied little noise at the loss, pussy clenching up around nothing. “Don’t worry, baby, he’s going to put them back in.” Kirishima promises you, his hand slipping up your dress and thumbing at your hardening nipples. 

“Fucking hell.” Bakugou says, shuffling forward so he can get to your pussy again. His fingers slip in with little to no resistance, your body so wet and ready that it sucks him in with ease. His eyes go half-lidded when he feels how easy you take his fingers. “Damn. You always this ready for it?”

“Fuck off.” you snap, but the words have virtually no edge to them thanks to the breathless, desperate quality of your voice. You’re actually kind of embarrassed that it came out of your mouth, but neither of them make any mention of it.

Bakugou is watching avidly as his fingers slide in and out, adding a third. You spread your legs wider and lift your knees, silently hoping he’ll take it as the invitation that it is and fuck you harder. He complies happily, and the wet, squelching sounds that come from his fingers in your cunt only seem to work Kirishima up. “Bakugou,” he grunts, “Touch me again, bro?”

“Fuck,” Bakugou groans a little, but then his other hand is gripping Kirishima and jerking him and Kirishima is moaning into your neck and squeezing your hips tight. One hand really isn’t enough to properly grip Kirishima’s cock, and Bakugou seems to realise this almost instantly. He makes up for it in the same way he seems to approach every challenge in life -- unmitigated, aggressive enthusiasm. Kirishima gasps into the back of your neck at the brutally fast pace Bakugou sets, and you look down in time to see precum dribbling in a steady stream down his cock, making a mess of Bakugou’s fingers.

Bakugou’s coordination is impressive -- it can’t be easy to finger-fuck you and jerk Kirishima off at the same time, but he manages to pull it off with zeal. You whimper into Kirishima’s ear as Bakugou adds a fourth finger. Kirishima kneads at your breasts with his hands and groans as Bakugou’s fingers rub rough circles around the raised bumps at the tip of his cock. “Fuck, bro,” he moans, his cock dribbling out precum in streams all over Bakugou’s fist, “Feels so good!”

“Stop calling me bro when I have your cock in my hand.” Bakugou snaps irritably, but it’s hard to take him seriously when he’s tenting the front of his pants so badly that it looks like he’s parodying a boner.

Kirishima just laughs, strangled and breathless, and says to you, “Baby, are you nearly ready? Because I’m all sorts of worked up, and I want to cum inside you.”

“Her pussy clenches around my fingers everytime I move a muscle or you say a goddamned word.” Bakugou says before you get the chance to answer, grinning as he rubs the pads of his fingers against your insides. His thumb lands on your sensitive, swollen clit and rubs hard, and you nearly cry out as your back bows and you push eagerly into his touch, “Fuck yes. Arch your back a little more, come on. Look at you going nice and tight around my fingers.”

“Holy fuck.” you choke, pulling at Kirishima’s hair as Bakugou plays with your pussy. It’s too much and not enough, and your hips keep undulating like they can’t decide whether to twitch away from the stimulation or to go back for more. 

“Fuck, just look at you riding my fingers. You gonna do that around his massive fucking cock?”

You and Kirishima both moan, and that seems to be the last straw. Kirishima picks you up and Bakugou’s fingers slide out of you once more, but you barely have any time to register the emptiness before the tip of Kirishima’s cock is lined up with your entrance and begins pressing in. Bakugou scrambles back a little to make sure he has a proper view -- his eyes are wide as he watches Kirishima begin to press into you, stretching you wide and slipping in inch by inch. 

You gasp desperately as you’re speared open inexorably slowly, tears pricking your eyes as your mouth drops open. You’re used to the stretch at this stage, and you’re so worked up that the slow and steady pace that Kirishima’s going at is driving you crazy, like an itch that’s just out of reach. You press your hips back into him, trying to get him deeper inside of you faster, but his hands are clamped tight around your hips to restrict your movement.

“Easy, baby girl.” he rumbles into your ear, breath coming in short puffs, “I’m calling the shots, and right now, we’re going slow.”

The frustrated sound you make in response is nearly a growl, and it pulls an amused little snort from Bakugou. “I’m ready, I can take more-!”

“I know, baby, I know.” Kirishima bites at the junction between your neck and shoulder as he slides another inch deeper inside of you. “But we gotta give Bakugou time to enjoy the view.”

Bakugou seems to be doing exactly that; he’s shuffled a little closer so he can see better, and he watches avidly as Kirishima slowly rocks his cock into you. He reaches out and runs his fingers along the edge of your pussy, right where Kirishima’s dick is stretching you out. “Fuck,” he says, and his breath blows hot against your skin where you’re still damp from his mouth, “You’re taking him like a champ.”

That might be one of the nicest things that Bakugou’s ever said to you, but you don’t get a chance to properly appreciate it because with one sharp thrust Kirishima’s cock bottoms out inside of you. You whimper -- you’re so full you feel like you’re about to break in half, and Bakugou’s gaze on you feels like a physical weight. The feel of his fingertips rubbing at where you’re stretched taut around Kirishima is making you clench up around the thickness of the intrusion inside you, which in turn has Kirishima moaning into your shoulder.

Kirishima is holding maddeningly still inside of you, ignoring your desperate attempts at wriggling around in his lap trying to get him to move. Just when you think he’s never going to move, he leans forward so that his mouth is against your ear, and nips at your earlobe. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you cum just from the shock of it, baby.”

“Please!” you moan helplessly, dropping your head down to your chest. 

Kirishima laughs, a little breathlessly, and then pulls his hips back and fucks up into you in one smooth movement. You cry out, scrambling to grab a hold of something to stabilise yourself as you’re rocked hard by Kirishima’s thrusts. There’s nothing to hold, so you just have to ride with the motion of his body, grinding back into him every time his hips jerk against yours.

Movement catches your eye, and you look up to see that Bakugou has stuffed his hand down his pants and is now fisting his own cock with the hand that was covered with Kirishima’s precum. His face is contorted in the most intensely turned on look you’ve ever seen, and you can’t help arching back into Kirishima, pushing your hips forward a little more so he has a better view. Bakugou curses and leans forward so he can watch your pussy bouncing around Kirishima’s cock as it splits you open.

You’re so wet down there, from your own juices and Bakugou’s spit and Kirishima’s cock that’s dribbling precum like a leaky faucet. Precum is spilling out of you despite the way Kirishima is plugging you up, and you feel it smearing all over your pussy, thighs, and Kirishima’s stomach. Bakugou is watching the precum as it leaks out of you, his expression nearly awed. “Always wanted to really watch.” he says to no one in particular. His hand is gripping his balls, and you realise that he’s probably trying to stave off his orgasm, trying to last until you and Kirishima are done. “Hey, Y/N. How does his cock feel in you?”

You screw your eyes shut as Kirishima pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back in, “Ah! Big!”

“No shit,” Bakugou says, rubbing his thumb roughly over the head of his cock as he fucks his own fist. “It feel good?”

“Yeah, god, yes! So good!”

“Can you- fuck- can you feel those ridgey things when his dick is inside you?” Bakugou grunts, hunching over his cock as his hand moves faster.

“Mmhm! Can feel them rubbing against me.” you gasp.

Kirishima whimpers. Bakugou’s questions are only winding him up; you can tell by the way the base of his cock is engorging and pulsing against you. “‘M gonna come soon.” he babbles, humping into you so hard that your entire body is nearly flung off his lap, “You feel so good, so hot and tight on my cock, baby. God, your pussy is so perfect. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Bakugou’s breathing is getting heavier, and you can see his balls drawing tighter as he plays with his dick. Right when he’s about to cum all over the carpet he stops, letting go of himself altogether. Even with nothing touching it, his dick is twitching and straining against his stomach. “I wanna suck on your tits.” 

Bakugou’s hoarse voice and rough confession has Kirishima groaning and reaching up to pull the straps of your sundress down, exposing your breasts. Your nipples are hard and sensitive already from Kirishima pawing at them, so when Bakugou’s hot mouth closes around your right breast as Kirishima kneads your left one you think you might actually explode.

The swollen base of Kirishima’s cock pulses slightly on every stroke, a sure sign that he’s close to spilling all over the place. Another sign is his fast, heavy breathing and the way that he babbles about how good you feel into your ear, “You’re so good to me, baby girl. You’re clamping down around me so nice, you’re - ah, fuck, you’re so good! So tight and hot. I’m gonna cum inside you. Wait, can I cum inside you? Is it okay- ah! Let Bakugou watch me cum inside you, baby.”

Bakugou lets your tit fall out of his mouth and sits back on his ankles. “You gonna cum now?”

“Ngh! Yeah.” says Kirishima, his voice gone thin and needy. His hip are pounding into you at such a rapid pace that you can’t catch your breath. You have to throw your arms over Bakugou’s shoulders for support, the force of his thrusts nearly sending you flying to the floor. “Sorry, baby, I know I’m being rough. Your pussy just feels so good wrapped around me, I can’t- fuck, I can’t-”

“It’s fine, just- ah!-  do it!” you beg. The breath is being driven out of your lungs with every thrust, and it should be overwhelming but you can feel heat beginning to pool in your lower belly. 

You can feel the base of his cock tensing, swollen with the cum he’s about to release. He ruts into you, biting at your shoulders just hard enough to leave behind impressions of his teeth. “I love you, I love your pussy and- oh fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!” With a cry, he jerks his hips into you and begins moaning desperately as he begins emptying his load inside of you. He keeps fucking into you even as he’s cumming, but his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier until he slips out of you entirely and ends up humping the air.

Bakugou watches open-mouthed as Kirishima’s cock flexes and sprays cum onto the floor and the couch. “What the fuck.” he breathes. He’s so surprised by the sheer force and quantity of Kirishima’s cum that he apparently forgets about his own cock, sitting red and leaking in his fist, in favour of watching.

You’re so aroused that you swear your pussy is twitching, and you’re so close to your own orgasm that you let your impatience get the better of you. Kirishima still isn’t entirely done cumming when you stuff his cock back up inside you and start riding him again, clutching at his knees and crying out as the tip hits that one spot inside you that makes you feel gooey inside. Your eyes are half-closed as you fuck yourself back on Kirishima’s cock, relishing the satisfied little cries he’s emitting into the space between your shoulder blades, but you can still see Bakugou fisting and tugging at his cock like a desperate man.

The pleasure sitting in your lower belly is starting to coil tight, and your movements get a little sloppy as you desperately chase your release on Kirishima’s dick. The pleasure is so close to cresting when suddenly the room seems to flip, and before you know it your face is pressed into the couch. The hot length of Kirishima’s cock slides home inside of you again, and you moan delightedly as you realise that he hasn’t gone soft yet. “Fuck me, Eiji, I need you to- now!”

“I got you, baby.” he croons in your ear, smoothing your sweat-soaked hair back as he hikes your ass up and begins fucking you again.

It only takes two more hard thrusts before you’re tossing your head back and shaking apart with a short little scream, your entire body drawing up tight and tensing so hard that you can hardly see. Kirishima is still rutting blindly into you, making the best little noises as his cock begins to swell again.

It feels like you’re cumming forever, the ecstasy drawn out by Kirishima’s frantic humping as the ridges on his cock drag along your insides and light up every nerve and sweet spot you have. Feeling you come undone around his dick is always Kirishima’s favourite part, and you can feel his excitement in the way his movements become choppy and desperate as he tries to shove himself as far inside you as he can get. With a full body shiver and a drawn-out whine he comes again, although it may just be a second wave of his first orgasm -- you’re not sure if he ever finished cumming in the first place. You whimper quietly at the feeling of him flooding your insides, relaxing into his hands as he grasps you close to his chest. 

There’s a gasp, and when you turn your head to the side you’re greeted with the sight of Bakugou beginning to cum. He moans, his legs spread wide and his hips canting forward with every pulse of cum that drips from his dick. You can feel Kirishima shifting behind you, his hips still rocking softly into you, and you know that he’s watching too. You feel like you’re in heaven; not only do you have the privilege of getting fucked out by Kirishima, but you also get to watch Bakugou cum all over himself, and they’re both just so hot like this.

Bakugou sits back on his hands and focuses on his breathing as he tries to calm down, one shaky breath after another. “Fucking hell.”

Kirishima kisses your neck as he pulls out. “You were so good, sweetheart, you’re so amazing.” He murmurs, then looks to Bakugou. “Uh. So...” 

“Let me see.” Bakugou interrupts, pushing forward so he can get a proper look at you. His thumb brushes over your over-sensitive sex, and he rumbles a quiet laugh at the shudder that rips through you at the touch. You know without looking that he’s running his thumb over the mess of cum that oozing out of you, marveling at the sheer amount of it. “Fuck. Shit. Do you always cum this much?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima says bashfully, shifting his weight and tucking his dick self-consciously back into his pants, uncaring of the cum staining his clothes. “Uh, pretty much.”

“She’s covered in it. Damn.” he glances up and meets your eyes, and gives you such a wicked grin that your breath hitches a little. “You able to walk after taking that?”

The mere idea of moving has your muscles twinging, and you laugh as you shake your head into the couch. “No way. Just leave me like this for a while, I’m happy.”

The boys laugh, and Kirishima smooths his hand over your back. “Don’t you want to shower?” he asks fondly.

You definitely want to shower, but you’re also really not ready to move. Your limbs are floppy and achey, and you’re tired enough that you can mostly ignore the feeling of sweat and cum drying on your skin. “Mmmm.” is all you manage to say.

“How ‘bout I get you a towel and we cuddle in bed, hm?” he offers as a compromise, leaning down to scoop your boneless body into his arms. You let your head drop against his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his muscles shifting beneath you as he shifts your weight around in his arms. The first time he had lifted you like this you had shrieked, certain that he was going to drop you, but that had only seemed to make him all the more determined to prove to you at every opportunity that he was strong enough to pick you up and carry you anywhere at any time.

“Hang on,” says Bakugou, halting Kirishima in his tracks. “What about this fucking mess?” he demands, gesturing at the cum-stained couch and floor.

“Huh? I’ll clean up later.” Kirishima says, edging out of the room.

“Clean up later? We’re gonna have to bleach the whole damn room. We definitely need a new fucking couch too, look at it!”

“Right, right.” Kirishima agrees, very obviously not listening. He set off down the hall, nuzzling a quick kiss onto your forehead before glancing over his shoulder. “Hey, come and cuddle with us.”

“Hah? You need to buy us a new couch, asshole!”

“You got it, man,” Kirishima agrees blithely, kicking open his bedroom door. “You coming?” You peer hopefully over Kirishima’s shoulder, and shoot him a beaming smile when Bakugou sends a doubtful little look towards you. The uncertainty in his expression is wiped clear, and then he gives a jerky little shrug and stomps down the hallway after the two of you.

“What the fuck ever. Don’t think you’re gonna get out of cleaning your mess up though, you bastard!”

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caught

summary: Andy is stuck at work late and you’re stuck at home waiting for him to come home needy till he comes home and finds you “disobeying” him..

Warnings: 18+ a whole lotta SMUT. 

gif credits: chrisevansedits

this is my first time wrtiting a fanfic so i hope you all like it!

It’s been six months since you and Andy started dating and it's been the best 6 months of your life. He makes you feel so special and holy shit is he beautiful. You think to yourself how lucky you are to be with someone like Andy. You’ve both been the highlight of each other's lives because before your lives were a mess. He was going through a messy divorce and you were going through a messy break up. Even though both you and Andy aren’t that close in age but you’re still both able to understand each other's issues and struggles. 

Now you were home alone waiting for him to come back from his late shift from work missing him. You were in yours and Andy’s room in one of his sweaters in the middle of a movie when a sex scene shows up on the screen. As you watch you start to think about how bad you were wanting Andy to do all these things to you.

 Your mind started to go back to the night you were laying on your stomach ass in the air while Andy was taking you from behind.You start to move your hands down your stomach when you suddenly stop and  start to think about you and Andy’s number one rule. You both made a deal that you wouldn't touch yourselves while the other person was gone but you just couldn't resist.  Knowing he wouldn't be home for another couple hours was driving you crazy.

As you keep watching the scene you start to press your thighs together feeling yourself growing wetter by the second. That’s when you finally give up, turn off the movie and get comfortable in bed. You start to creep your hands down Andy's sweater you're wearing till you feel your hand on your panties. You continue thinking about Andy touching you and whispering dirty things into your ear. That's when you take your other hand and start to pull up your sweater. You start touching your breasts and think about how Andy makes you feel when he's kissing all over your body then starts to make your way down to your breasts. 

As you keep feeling yourself you start to peel off your underwear and feel how wet you've grown. you spread out your folds and think to yourself how bad you wish Andy was with you at the moment. You've become a horny mess and you can only hear the sound of you moaning and the sound of Andy's voice in your head when a couple seconds later the front door of your house opens but you can't hear anything because you're in a completely different state at the moment. Andy calls out for you but gets no response. “y/n?”.

 He then starts to walk up the stairs to walk to your guys bedroom when he starts hearing soft groaning. He slowly opens the door to find you laid out on the bed rubbing at your folds and aggressively moaning his name.

Andy continues watching you in shock but doesn't let his presence be known. he watches how you arch your back moan his name as a tent starts to form in his pants. he starts to rub at his erection and stares at how perfect you look for him. he wants to be mad at the fact that you broke his rule but can't keep the thought of how sexy you look all laid out touching your pretty little cunt for him.

 a second later he clears his throat and you immediately stop and jump up.“well what do we have here?” Andy says leaning up against the door in front of your bedroom. “Andy- i- i thought you weren't coming back home for another 3 hours?” you say embarrassingly. “I finished my shift early and took some paperwork to finish here.You're still frozen in shock and embarrassed at the fact that Andy caught you like this. 

“babe i'm so sorry i know we made a rule to not do this but i was watching a movie and i started- “keep going” he says. “what?” “i said keep going keep touching that pretty little pussy i wanna watch”. you sit back not knowing what to say. “Go on babe i wanna see how wet you are for me”.

You start to lay back down and creep your hand back down to your cunt. You look up to see Andy walking towards you and pulling up a chair from across the bedroom to sit down in front of the bed. You start rubbing at your folds again and bite your lip when you see Andy starting to unbuckle his pants. you move your other hand to your breast and start to pinch your nipple as you watch Andy pull down his boxers as he lets his cock spring free. You watch his red tip leaking of precum and start to pick up your pace. Andy then starts to pump himself as he watches you moan his name. 

“you like that baby?” 

“you like watching me pump my cock in front of you huh?” you moan back

 “fuck yes”. 

“come on baby stick those pretty fingers in there lemme see you fall apart”.

 The way he’s talking to you causes your pussy to clench around nothing and that's when you start to pump your finger inside yourself. you look up to watch Andy pumping his cock moaning your name with his head thrown back. “you continue to moan his name as you both watch each other. “andy im close fuck”. 

“fuck come on give it me fucking cum for me baby” 

“finger that little wet pussy” 

“fuck im cumming”! You scream. 

“come on eyes on me you little slut you gonna cum for daddy huh?

 “you like watching me pump my big cock? 

“fuckkk yess!” 

your orgasm approaches and your arching your back so far up you almost fall off the bed. you watch as andy starts moaning more aggressively when he gets up and leans over the bed towards where you face is as you're still cumming to release all over your face. you feel his warm cum fill your face as you recover from your orgasm and catch your breath.

 Andy lays down on the bed next to you and after you both catch your breath. You lay up off the bed to stare at him and start to scoop his cum off your face and pop your fingers into your mouth and taste his salty release. You realise your fingers with a pop. “fuck you’re so hot”. You smile down at him as he gets up off the bed to go to the bathroom.

 He comes back out with a washcloth to clean you off and hops back into bed with you. You both lay close to each other as he put his arm around the side of your waist.”I'm so sorry for breaking our rule baby”. “it's fine babe i get it just let me know next time if you’re ever feeling this way and maybe i'll shoot ya a sexy text”.he winks. 

 “And besides I've got the perfect idea for a punishment”. “oh yeah”? You say 

“yeah, lets see how long you can go without cumming while i fuck that pretty little cunt”.

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im sorry for any typos that came along the way!

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Mine [18+ GeorgeNotFound x Reader]

Hi guys! This is another GeorgeNotFound x Reader one shot that was requested by Anonymous! Disclaimer: This story contains NSFW content in which the characters engage in sexual activities and is intended for mature (18+) audiences! That being said, I hope you guys enjoy and as always, requests are open and you can send them in here! (This is a George x Female Reader one shot by the way!) [: — Froggie♡

Mine 

(I highly suggest listening to the song Mine by awfultune while reading this, as I was listening to it while writing this!)

It started like this: You and George were next door neighbours growing up. You always found yourselves fighting with sticks that you would pretend were swords in his tree house, or travelling the neighourhood on your bicycles in search of any new land to conquer. And since you were neighbours, that also meant the two of you went to the same school. Throughout your whole elementary school years, the two of you were inseparable; attached at the hips, they would say.

It wasn’t until middle school when the two of you began to part ways. George wanted to hang out with the boys his age; “It’s embarrassing only hanging out with a girl, Y/N!” He would say. And so you let him go. The bicycle rides came to an end, and you can’t remember the last time you stepped inside the treehouse. But that was okay; George was happy with his new friends, and you should be, too.

It continued like this: You and George haven’t talked in ages. The both of you were now in your senior year of high school, weeks away from graduating and all going your separate ways. Separate ways. 

“And so you all need to order your caps and gowns before this Friday so we get all the orders in!” Your principals voice rang throughout the auditorium. “It won’t be long until you’re all going your separate ways!”

And there it was again: separate ways. And as your eyes met a familiar brown pair that is sat rows away from you for just a split second, you realised that you were all too familiar with going separate ways.

It remains like this: It’s the last Saturday before graduation and you receive a text from an unknown number. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you unlocked your phone and examined the message.

Hey, is this Y/N?

Do you reply? Do you not reply? Maybe it’s just one of your girl friends who got a new number. So, you decide to reply with a casual: Yes (: Who’s this?

The text gets delivered and you wait. And wait. And wait. Until finally, an hour later, you get a reply back. 

This is George, I was wondering how you were doing. You read the reply over and over again, taking in every single word. There was no way this was really George, the two of you haven’t spoke in ages. Why is he just now reaching out?

You find yourself typing a reply, however, and hitting the send button as soon as you finish. I’m doing alright.. How are you?

And this time, you get a response almost instantly that read: I’m alright. You going to Dream’s party tonight? 

You bite at your lip as you read the text. You had been invited by Dream himself to attend this end-of-the-year party, but when he asked you told him it wasn’t your type of thing. But now... You feel like you had to be there. So, you texted George telling him you would be there and locked your phone again. You felt your heart begin to race with nervousness, but you quickly shrugged it off and began getting ready to go to this party.

You had to make sure you looked your best, you thought to yourself, and then paused. Looked your best? For who? For George? You shook your head at the intrusive thoughts, and continued to get dressed and ready for the night.

A little bit after 11:00pm, you find yourself examining your outfit and makeup in the mirror. And in all honesty--You thought you looked good. So, you grab your phone and keys and head outside to your car. You feel the nerves coming back as you begin driving to Dream’s house, and they only worsen the closer you get to the home.

When you arrive, the party had already been going on for about and hour. So, you find a parking spot that’s down the road a bit and get out. Even from down the road, you can hear the sound of bass from the music and the loud bickering of your peers. As you finally approach the front door after pushing past some of your classmates; you are met face to face with a drunken Dream, who of course was wearing some random mask he had from Halloween.

“Ohhh, Y/NNNN,” He slurred out, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the crowded house. “Gogy was lookin’ for ya! Did you find him?” He spoke to you, breath lingering of alcohol. You scrunched your nose up a bit as you shook your head.

“No, I just got here!” You shouted to him over the loudness of the music mixed with yelling and singing. Dream then just pointing to the kitchen before removing his arm from around you and stumbling off to who knows where.

You slowly made you way to the kitchen; the feeling of not belonging filling your chest as you looked around at all of the people you knew but didn’t know all interacting with each other. And as soon as you entered the kitchen, your eyes met the familiar brown pair again.

You freeze in your spot as you watch the taller boy begin to make his way over to you, and you could tell from the way he stumbled a bit over his feet that he had been drinking, too.

“Y/N,” is the only thing he says as he now stands in front of you, mixed drink in hand and a grin on his red-bitten lips.

“George,” You reply back, raising an eyebrow at him as you examine him from head to toe. His dark brown hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, eyes and cheeks a bit red from drinking, and clout goggles hooked onto his shirt. He looks a mess, you thought to yourself.

“You look.. Stunning,” He tells you and you watch as his brown eyes now look your body up and down and then up again. “I’m glad you made it,” he then says, and you can’t tell if this is him or the alcohol talking.

“Well, thank you,” You say, a slight blush forming on your cheeks, “Why’re you so glad?” 

“Because I was hoping you’d like to catch up, you know, before we all go our separate ways.” And damnit, there it was again. It’s as if you can never escape it.

You slowly nod your head though, because you long for this; you’ve missed George so much. And you watch as his grin widens when you nod your head and he grabs a drink from the counter and pushes it into your hands before motioning for you to follow him.

And you do. You follow him as he pushes through the crowd of the first floor, you follow him up the stairs, and you follow him into an empty bedroom, where he stumbles over to unlock and open the window before taking a seat on a chair that was place in front of the bed.

“I hope you don’t mind, it’s just too fucking loud down there,” He laughs, and you slowly shake your head no as you take a seat on the bed. “So, Y/N? What’ve you been up to? What are your plans for after high school?” George asks you.

And you want to tell him how you’ve been missing and longing for him over the past years, but instead you go on about how you’ve joined the photography club your freshman year and have been in there ever since, and how you plan to go to a college an hour away from home to attend their photography program. You watch him listen and nod his head, and it seems as if he actually... cared.

And then it fell into a silence for a moment before George finally spoke up: “I’ve really missed you, Y/N.” And when he said that, the whole feeling in the room seemed to change. Your eyes locked onto George’s and you find yourself whispering, “I’ve really missed you, too, George..”

And now he’s standing from the chair, sitting his drink down on the desk, and making his way over to where you’re seated on the bed. He’s now standing in front of you, eyes glimmering and filled with... lust? Passion? Alcohol? You couldn’t put a name on it before he’s pressing you back onto the bed and joining you on the soft mattress.

You find yourself staring up at him, except this time you take in how beautiful this man was. His whiskey brown eyes that had a light to them, along with the dozens of light freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks, and the way his mouth was slightly gaped open, and the way that he smelt of a mixture of alcohol and musky cologne. 

————— SMUT STARTS HERE!  —————

You feel his hand push a strand of your hair out from in front of your face before he’s leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. It started off curiously; the two of your lips moving slowly together before George presses in; deepening the kiss and his hands moving to feel more of your body.

When he pulls away, it’s only to take a breath and ask you, “Is this okay?” He sounded like the George you used to know—always caring and not overstepping any boundaries. All you could do was nod, however, as it felt like your voice was stuck in your throat. Is this a dream? There’s no way this is happening. Your skin felt so hot wherever his hands touched, but it felt so good.

And you feel George shift and you watch as he adjusts so that he’s sitting up; hands moving from your body to quickly to slip his shirt off over his head. Your mouth falls open into an ‘o’ shape as you examine his naked torso sefishly, and you can’t help but run your hands down his chest; stopping only once your fingertips hit the top of his trousers.

A smirk play on the boy’s pink lips as he reaches down to slide your own shirt off; his eyes landing on your chest as he drops your shirt to the ground. You feel his hands move to caress your breasts in them; his thumbs brushing over the hardening nubs of your nipples. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan at the feeling and you visably watched George’s eyes darken at the sound.

“Holy shit, I want to hear that again,” George breathes out, leaning down to press kisses down your jawline and neck until he reaches your collarbone; nipping at the skin there to leave his marks.

You feel him press himself down between your thighs, and you could feel how aroused he was through the leggings you decided to wear to attend the party. As George continues to mark up your skin, you slowly run your hand down and between your two bodies to cup his half-hard cock in your hand, rubbing it through his trousers.

A low moan escapes his lips and vibrates against your neck as he does so, and George finally pulls away and scooches back on the bed to be able to pull your leggings off, as well as your panties, to leave you fully exposed. You watch his eyes look you up and down and up again, for the second time that night, but this time it was in a whole new light.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” He breathes out as his eyes continue to examine your naked body. He places his hands on your inner thighs to push them apart, and he makes eye contact with you before dipping his head down to drag his tongue between the folds of your pussy. You clamp your thighs against his head at the feeling, carding a hand through his hair to grip his hair and give it a tug. The boy begins to lick and suck at your pussy before pressing his tongue inside of you, pressing his face in as close as possible to ensure his tongue is as far as it will go.

“George..” You moan brokenly, your eyes fluttering shut as he continues to eat you out. He then slowly pulls away after a few moments, lips coated with his spit and your juices.

“I can’t wait anymore, you look too beautiful,” He breathes out, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist before removing his own trousers and underwear. You take this sight of George in: You’ve never seen him in this light, and you never thought you ever would. You were about to thank him for his words, but before you could do so, you feel his fingers being placed between your folds and you gasp at the touch, another moan escaping your lips. 

George begins rubbing your clit slowly; massaging the nub for a moment before he presses a long finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out before adding another. You can’t help but moan every time his fingers hit just the right spot every time he presses them in, and you watch as he spits down onto his dick before beginning to pump his own dick. You bite your lip roughly before pushing his hand away from himself and replacing it with your own, and you relish in the moan George lets out as you begin to jerk him off.

And, of course, right as you’re about to reach an orgasm, George’s fingers stop moving and he removes them; licking up your juices as he holds eye contact with you.

He then remove your hand from his dick, staring down at you with darkened, lustful brown eyes as he asks you one more time, “Is this okay?”

And you nod, because you don’t think you could ever resist this. You’re hands find their way to George’s hair; fingers curling in the soft, yet sweaty, locks and pulling his head down to yours again. This time you’re the one to kiss with the passion and hunger, your legs hooking around his hips as you try to draw him in.

Your lips part ever so slightly as you feel George’s hand slide between your two bodies to grip his dick once again, but this time to guide it inside of you. You couldn’t hold back the moan of George’s name as he slowly pressed himself inside you, and your hands began to rake your fingernails down his back.

“Jesus, Y/N,” George breathes lowly as he finally presses all the way inside. Suddenly, the two of you weren’t people going their separate ways anymore, but now were as close as two people can get.

You feel his lips back on your neck as he slowly begins to form a rhythm of thrusting in and out of you. It feels so good, you think, and when he began picking up speed with his thrusts, you began to let go.

“Oh, fuck, George!” You moan out, louder this time, and he moves so he can grip the headboard above your head to help him be able to fuck you harder and faster. You roughly drag your nails down his back, leaving your own marks on his pale skin, as you moan with every thrust.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Y/N,” He grunts out, looking down at you. He was roughly biting at his bottom lip, sweat dripping down his forehead and chest. “Such a good baby,”

It didn’t take long before that pooling feeling began to form in your lower stomach again, and with one last more of his thrusts that hit just the right spot, your back arched up as you screamed his name; your orgasm finally hitting and your hands moving up to pull at his hair again.

This only made George fuck you harder; thrusts slowly but hips snapping up against your own as he moaned out, “I’m gonna cum, baby,” And with one last jerk of his hips and his cock buried deep inside you; he came with a moan of your name.

All that could be heard was the sound of both of your heavy breathing, the music from the party disoriented in the background. George then began to slowly pull out of you, eyes on your pussy as he watches his own cum ooze out of you. He smirked at the sight, leaning down to capture your lips with his own one last time before he was standing up and telling you, “I’m going to get you a cloth,” before disappearing into what you presumed was an attatched bathroom.

And after a couple minutes, George returned with a wash cloth and helped you clean yourself up. Your thighs were shaking with overstimulation as he also helped you dress yourself, and one he was fully dressed himself, he found his way back onto the bed to lay down next to you.

You couldn’t tell if he was still drunk, but he offered you a sober-looking smile before reaching a hand out to push the hair out of your face once again before pulling you close again. And in this moment, it felt like as if he never left your side; as if he’s been around the whole time. And it was unspoken, but both of you knew there was a lot to talk about after this night was over and you both we completely sober. Like the topic that George didn’t think to use protection.

FIN

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Whipped Cream: Iwaizumi's Bonus Scene

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Warnings: Reader is a little flirty, Iwa-chan busts his lip, Kuroo is conniving, Strong language

Everyone had finished their meals about five minutes prior, now just working on finishing your drinks before the checks were brought out. And in this time, Kuroo had managed to get under your skin, as he was so well adept in. At this point, it was a game to him, to see how quickly he could get you to retaliate. He never went too far, mainly just making statements that he knew you would fight him on.

Laughter bubbles from Kuroo's lips as his eyes scan over you. "In what world? You might have played volleyball in high school, but you haven't lifted anything heavier than a couch cushion, since."

His words held some truth, though not as much as he thought. Though you weren't a health nut and you were out of practice, some of your closest friends were Bokuto, and by extension Hinata. You had been pretty adaptable with positions, in high school. Your brother was the Captain, your ex-boyfriend a middle blocker, and your former best friend a setter. Practicing with each of them, throughout your life had made you pretty talented.

In high school you'd had the opportunity to go to multiple of Japan's sponsored training camps. You'd never gone, but that was only because you had too much going on at home, at the time. You'd also been looked at by multiple universities for scholarships. At the end of the day, though, you chose the same path as your best friend.

You could still spike a volleyball with the best of them, if you did say so yourself. So, with narrowed, challenging eyes, you speak up. "You really think so? I hardly go outside and I'd still win a practice run against you, Tetsu."

Kenma shrugs, briefly looking up from his phone to eye you both, "I believe it. After all, Bokuto does drag them off to help he and Hinata practice a lot."

As his eyes travel back to his phone, you look from him back towards Kuroo. "Exactly, so suck my dick."

Kuroo, though, only seemed to grin. And his grin was one you were all too familiar with: he knew something you didn't.

"Great. So then you'll really be an asset to the volleyball team, being so skilled and all?"

Iwaizumi looks towards you with raised eyebrows, "You played in high school?"

"That's the only part of that conversation you decide to comment on?" Kuroo rolls his eyes, placing his head against his fist, his elbow resting on the table.

Holding up your right hand to Kuroo, you flash him the sweetest smile you can possibly muster, before raising your middle finger to flip him off. Though as you do, his hand shoots out to catch yours, a smirk stretching over his features as he catches your hand before you can withdraw it. "You asshole." You hiss as you try to pull your hand back, mistakenly pushing your body into Iwaizumi. Kuroo, however, just holds his grip on your wrist, until you end up attempting to put all of your weight into jerking your hand back. That's when he finally decided to let go, allowing your body to jerk into Iwaizumi's.

Iwaizumi, who'd been sipping on his hot chocolate, tried to prepare for things, though he wasn't as prepared as he might've wished as the mug hit his lower lip, not only busting it, but also smearing whipped cream along his top lip and nose. With a glare directed towards you, he attempted to reach across you for the napkins, but you beat him to it, "Thanks, Kuroo, my boss hates me now."

You then turn towards Iwaizumi with a hand full of napkins, grabbing his jaw to turn his head towards you so you could help him. But holy shit, how had you not noticed that jawline beforehand? Bringing your hand up, you begin to wipe the whipped cream from his face, while Kuroo flags someone down, between his cackles, to get some ice for them.

"You certainly cause a lot of trouble, don't you?" Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, trying to draw attention away from the fact that his cheeks had a slow-growing blush dusting them. "We split them up to prevent disaster, but you seem to be the source of most of it."

You turn up your nose, "And to think that I thought you were hot -"

"If anything, you find him hotter now. You've always had a thing for douchebags." Kenma flashes you a smirk, before returning his eyes to his phone.

You let out a quiet huff, face warming in embarrassment, "Kenma, I don't wanna hear it from you. You're just jealous because I'm paying more attention to Iwa, here." Sticking your tongue out at him, you pull the napkins away from his face, placing them on your empty plate. "There you go." Bringing your hand to his cheek, you pat it with amusement flitting across your features.

Iwaizumi only rolls his eyes at you, "You remind me a little too much of a friend of mine."

Everyone looks over as a waitress comes over with a few ice cubes in a cup, Iwaizumi thanking her as he takes the cup, before plucking an ice cube from it and wrapping it in a paper towel to place against his slightly-swollen lip.

"Speaking of your friends," the way your tone changes makes both Kenma and Kuroo collectively roll their eyes, knowing exactly what - or rather, who you're going to bring up. Though, you ignore them to continue your conversation with Iwaizumi, "You know Oikawa, right? Like personally?" A frown crosses his face as he raises an eyebrow, prompting you to continue. "I don't want anything. I'm not going to ask for his number, or some shit. I've got Bokuto and Hinata wrapped around my finger, if I'm looking for a volleyball player."

"Y/N, you can't just say things like that." Kuroo brings a hand up to massage his temple.

The Athletic Trainer blinks, "So, what are you asking for?"

Looking back up at him, you tilt your head, "Nothing, I just wanted to see if Kuroo was telling the truth. I can't even lie, though, I use to watch Seijoh's games, to see his service ace. It was fucking killer. Hell, he was the reason I taught myself how to do it. And I do pride myself on my jump-serves. I use to be able to do jump-floats, as well, but that's a little iffy, now, I'm not going to lie.

"Now that I think about it, Seijoh had some cute players. Especially when I was in... My second year of high-school, there was this number four. God, he was fucking amazing. I loved watching him play. Plus those biceps were to -... Kuroo, shut up, your laughter makes it so hard to concentrate." You stop to look at Kuroo, who is doubling over in laughter, while Kenma shakes his head at your misfortune.

"Y/N, do you know what team Iwaizumi used to play for?" Kenma looks at you with a ghost of a smile.

From there, you can piece things together, cringing a bit as you look back at Iwaizumi, "Would you believe me if I said that I meant... Number... Sixteen..?"

Iwaizumi lets an amused smirk grace his lips as he looks at you, "That's cute. Good to know that you actually have some taste. I nearly lost faith with your adoration for Loserkawa." He brings his mug back to his lips, fingers grasping your wrist so he can tug your hand away from where it was holding ice on his lip, proceeding to finish off what was left in his mug, obviously getting ready to leave.

You didn't respond, instead looking at his upper lip, where whipped cream rested. You were so used to the comfort you had between you and your close friends, like Kenma and Kuroo, that you didn't hesitate to just reach out and wipe the excess away, Reaching out, you place your fingers on his cheek to steady your hand, while your thumb swipes across his upper lip, movements fleeting, before you withdraw your hand. It isn't until you're wiping your thumb on the napkins that you realize what you did, face and neck warming in embarrassment. Though, you weren't the only one, as the porcupine-haired man brought a hand up to attempt to hid his flushed cheeks.

"I've got to... Uh- Get the boys some stretches for their day off. See you on Monday," he excuses himself to stand, retrieving his ticket so he'd be able to pay at the front of the restaurant.

"See you on Monday, Iwa," your cooed words make Iwaizumi flush a bit darker, mumbling something under his breath before bidding you all goodbye as he attempts to rush out, in embarrassment.

With a sheepish look directed towards Kuroo and Kenma, the two watch you in amusement. "Whoops," you rub the back of your neck with a sheepish grin crossing your lips.

Iwaizumi was friends with Oikawa for years, so while he did get use to some of the near flirty teasing from his best friend and learn how to counteract it, sometimes his is caught off guard.

You found out about Oikawa and Seijoh's team, after seeing him in a magazine. (And yes, you do see more about this, later.)

You also rooted for them to make it to Nationals so that you could plays against them.

I'm really sorry guys, the past few days have been chaos, but there will be two more parts coming your way to make up for it, tonight and tomorrow. I hope you're all doing well. You all most definitely better be taking care of yourselves. I'm rooting for you and I'm proud of you. Remember to eat and drink some water, and get some rest. You deserve it.

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BnHA Chapter 283: I'M MARY POPPINS Y’ALL

Previously on BnHA: Everyone was all, “Tomura what do you have?” and Tomura was all,” a quirk bullet!” and they were all, “NO!!” He then threw the bullet at Aizawa, who ironically actually did have a knife, and since no one bothered to say “no!!” this time he proceeded to CHOP OFF HIS OWN LEG. Just, schwoop. Lopped it right off. Didn’t even fucking care. Anyway so then Tomura was all, “you know what who even needs quirk bullets” and somehow broke free from both Deku and Ryuukyuu to go claw off Aizawa’s face. Thankfully Todoroki “I've spent the past eight chapters puttering around waiting for the coolest moment to strike” Shouto finally decided to join the fray by impaling Tomura, and everyone was all, “ahaha, classic Shouto”, and Tomura was all, “don’t worry though I’m fine”, and it seems like he really is now, since he’s finally regenerated and all his wounds have healed again! The chapter ended with Gigantomachia stampeding towards Jakku, which is super terrible, but what else is fucking new.

Today on BnHA: The Gunga kids spend a few pages standing around letting all that trauma soak in nice and deep as Machia rampages on towards Jakku. Back in the Shigaraki Wastes, the heroes regroup, which mostly consists of the remaining conscious adults tearfully being all “you kids get out of here... save yourselves...” and the kids being all “YOU JUST SIT THERE AND CHILL, DAD” and “[EXPLETIVES]” and “I’M YOUNG AND FILLED WITH RIGHTEOUS SHOUNEN RAGE”, all of which is very entertaining to me and makes me very proud. Anyway so then Tomura’s body sort of explodes a bit, and he’s all, “what”, and then it finally sinks in that he might have popped out of the toaster early, so he tries to end the fight right there and then with another round of Decay. Except that Deku counters it by SPONTANEOUSLY LEARNING HOW TO FLY, which is probably SO CONFUSING for all the non-Gran-and-Kacchan people around, which is just one of the many things I love about it. And the other things I love about it are that it’s (1) THE MOST BADASS THING EVER, and (2) just, really fucking great. So yeah. Rage, Deku, rage.

OH NO MY BABIES

don’t tell me. I’m not sure I want to know what it is they’re looking at. how many of the pros are fucking dead now ffffmg

also that is an extremely intriguing chapter title, though. 75? as in percent?? oh my god is something finally going to go fucking right for our heroes. or at least, you know, less wrong

OOOF

dammit Momo he was supposed to go to sleep! WHAT THE HELL WAS ALL OF THAT MATH FOR, THEN. did he grow bigger, or did she just somehow miscalculate the dosage, or is he finally going to go night-night halfway to Jakku?

btw Momo I’m not actually mad at you, you’re still the only one who fucking did anything at all. if anyone tries to give you shit, just look them in the eye and ask them “okay and how many things did YOU do?”, and they’ll be like, “oh shit, none”, and you’ll be all “yeah that’s what I fucking thought” because YEAH

OH MY GOD SERO ANGST

I have never seen Sero this badly shaken before. it’s somehow so shocking?? holy shit you guys, I know I’ve been saying for ages “lolo all these kids about to be traumatized af” but somehow it’s one thing to know it’s coming, and another to finally actually see it. oh god

anyway let’s just hope all of the grown-ups aren’t actually fucking dead. but based on all of the kids’ expressions, it really feels like a lot of them might be, and that’s just... ...

and they had to see it. right? is that what this is implying?? holy shit. they watched it all happen. that’s it, the rest of this arc is cancelled, please proceed directly to the emergency therapy arc right now

TOKO!!

holy shit look at the size of that rock that fell on the medical tent. and DS pulling people out of the wreckage. it really feels like everywhere you turn this arc, the intrepid young scamps of U.A.’s first year hero class are the ones out here keeping things one step from total disaster

oh shit

excuse the hell out of me young Momo but what the hell is up with this use of the word “dead” with the implied “like everyone else” hanging there at the end?? what is up with that. that’s a very bad sentence I don’t like that at ALL

and what the actual hell is this panel of FATGUM AND TAMAKI IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CARNAGE, TWO PEOPLE WHOSE NAMES I’M QUITE SURE ARE ON THIS CONTRACT OF “PEOPLE WHO AREN’T ALLOWED TO DIE” WHICH HORIKOSHI IMPLICITLY AGREED TO THE MOMENT I STARTED READING THE MANGA. BOY WHAT

JESUS MOTHER F. CHRIST

THAT’S. THAT’S, UH

OH THANK FUCK

I mean, I already knew they survived, though. so WHY AM I STILL SO FUCKING ANXIOUS. good grief

and in before Majestic fucking dies on the next page, having saved the children with his very last act. I fucking hate you Majestic, you blue-balling child-preserving magnificent wizard bastard

HE FRISBEED THEM TO SAFETY GAH

WHY COULDN’T YOU DO THAT TO MACHIA THOUGH. BUT AT LEAST HE SAVED THE BABIES. TOO BAD HE’S FUCKING DEAD hahaha sob sob sob

is anyone still alive?? did the guys who were fighting off Snoopy Sno-Cone and RD back at the mansion at least make it out in one piece??

(ETA: from here on out all of these guys shall be referred to as Schrodinger's Heroes until further notice.)

so now Mineta is questioning whether or not their Smart Momo Plan even fucking did anything, which. same, Mineta, honestly. but it must have!! right?? ????

anyway so here’s some more panels of everyone dying do you want to see them. sure. why not

can we get back to the Tomura fight now. I’ve had just about enough of this, I’d like to see some 75% business now before this turns into the most depressing chapter of all time

BOOOOOOO

goddammit. well for now my money’s on Machia collapsing just as they make it back to Jakku. so Momo’s plan does eventually work, but the League still makes it back to Tomura thus ensuring more shenanigans can take place. goddamn, lol, just when I thought the arc was nearing its climax. feels like it just fucking respawned with a full life bar

also Toga is really looking... not great. I’m so scared for whoever she ends up fighting after this. OCHAKO MY SWEET BABY GIRL PLEASE WATCH OUT

WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE

PLEASE ARREST HIM FASTER. holy fuck if you fucking screw this up and he gets rescued I SWEAR TO GOD

oh wait is he just here to provide more backstory on Gigantomachia

GO BURNIN’, YOU GOT THIS. also, gonna be honest, at this point I really would not mind if Machia did a little less living for Tomura and a bit more dying

FINALLY!!!

FKFKF Aizawa not looking too good oh god. and Deku looks like he’s about to spontaneously develop ALL OF HIS REMAINING QUIRKS JUST LIKE THAT ON THE SPOT, FUCK YOU TOMURA

oh my god DON’T GET DISTRACTED!!

Shouto’s arrival is either about to make Endeavor more useless than ever, or suddenly a whole lot LESS useless, and right now it’s up in the air and I am excited but also scared

EXCUSES EXCUSES

BLAH BLAH BLAH. “SORRY I’M LATE, I WAS SAVING PEOPLE’S LIVES,” Shouto lies through his teeth, clearly not aware that Tomura has a built in GPS and knows full well that Shouto was actually only a few feet behind Bakugou and Deku and so that explanation doesn’t fly at all. the real truth must be something so embarrassing that he’s ashamed to admit it. did you get lost. did you run into an NPC who wouldn’t let you pass until you had completed some sort of quest

THERE YOU ARE KACCHAN, I WAS WONDERING

just as enraged as Deku! it’s almost like he just witnessed his sensei chopping off his own leg and subsequently almost being murdered or something

(ETA: actually lol I think he’s mad at Deku, for taking off earlier and leaving him behind with Gran. though there’s no law that says he can’t be mad about two things at once! anyway so do you guys think that being beaten to the punch by Deku here may perhaps frustrate this young man and contribute to his decision to return the favor at some point later on in this battle, perhaps with dire consequences? hmm.)

anyway so if you all are keeping up with the math, and I think you are, it seems like just about every one of the adult pros is either down for the count (Aizawa, Gran), or recovering (Endeavor, Ryuukyuu??), or Might As Well Not Even Be There (a certain TWO OTHER PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL IN A TIME OUT AND HAD BETTER BE THINKING GOOD AND HARD ABOUT WHAT THEY’VE DONE. OR MORE PRECISELY, DID NOT DO OR EVEN ATTEMPT TO DO). anyway so all of that means that the only ones actually ready and raring to go here in Round 2 against the newly regenerated and POSSIBLY HAS HIS DECAY QUIRK BACK Shigaraki Tomura are... drum roll...!

okay but FUCK YOU GUYS though oh my god YOU’RE EVEN RUINING THE DRUM ROLL

DID YOU NOT EVEN NOTICE HIS LEG BEFORE?!?!? holy -- can I -- can I please just slap them, I --

anyway so RockLockRock looks like he has something to say here. probably going to tell Deku to take Aizawa and run, as if Deku isn’t the fucking glue holding this entire operation together at this point now that Aizawa is KOed. can you believe these guys are so incompetent they’ve actually got me arguing in favor of the child soldiers now, what even

...fuck

shit. that face. he’s ready to die to give them all a chance. he knows he wouldn’t last two seconds against Tomura and yet he’s willing to sacrifice it all. damn it RLR... okay fine your time out is done now, but I’m still calling your parents

unfortunately, you’ll never believe it, but Deku doesn’t seem all that inclined to listen to this man telling him to bail and save his own skin sob

ngl though I am living for the Enraged Vengeance Deku we’ve been seeing in these last couple chapters. maybe now everyone will stop dismissing him as just a soft boi who always eats his vegetables and doesn’t swear, and remember that in truth he’s actually a mildly unhinged feral child with an infinite pain tolerance and a god-given talent for never listening to any life-prolonging advice that adults give him ever

oop don’t tell me he’s gonna do the Decay thing again, shit

-- uh

“eh?” lmao what the fuck. my boy's torso just opened up like a fucking door hinge and all he can say is “eh.” this fucking manga

like he’s seriously just calmly standing there trying to assess what the heck has gone wrong

you really don’t feel pain do you. “haha lol what why is my arm falling off I thought I fucking ascended”

OH MY GOD

IT’S OCTOBER THIRD. looool the fuck

Tomura. my sweet little S+ ranked death machine with an A rank in knowledge. who’s spent the past 15-20 minutes battling to the death with the number one fucking hero and all his pals. who all just HAPPENED to be there all ready and waiting to fight him the instant he woke up. Tomura. buddy. did it really only just occur to you that maybe something went wrong somewhere along the line. that maybe things were not, in fact going according to keikaku. that maybe the heroes didn’t just sit around waiting for you to finish cooking in your villain bake oven. like please forgive my impudence but TOMURA ARE YOU STUPID, is what I’m saying, I guess. but gently

(ETA: SHIGARAKI TOMURA, WHOSE ARM IS CURRENTLY DANGLING BY A THREAD: “hold up lol what day is it.”)

I really like how Deku’s just crying nonstop this entire time though. but like, you know. crying with RAGE

lol and he’s figured it out as well, and I fucking love the connection his mind made, look at this

sudden feelings of solidarity. “WE’RE NOT SO DIFFERENT, YOU AND I” lmao

AHH MIRKO

how does she still have two legs?? Horikoshi I can’t believe you forgot how many legs your own favorite character has. but anyways yes this has been your friendly reminder that Mirko saved EVERYONE and should have a battleship named after her

okay NOW he’s doing the thing

good job Tomura you finally got them!! good thing none of them can fly, or Float. RIGHT, DEKU

AHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSS

YOU LOVE TO SEE IT. AND A BLACKWHIP/FLOAT COMBO, TOO! TOMURA, YOU WERE SAYING??

(ETA: he even grabbed Kacchan too. “I can fly by myself!” YOU SHUSH MISTER.)

(ETA 2: and what I also love about this is that we know the SIXQUIRKS are seemingly in tune with Deku’s emotions, so it honestly makes perfect sense that in the heat of the moment with Tomura threatening to kill all these people that he cares about, the quirk just basically acts on his instinct to save and doesn’t stop to ask questions. we’re saving everyone, no buts. and he even activates Float at long last, acting on that same instinct. honestly Kacchan had the exact right idea the whole time, all the way back in chapter 217. “it’ll activate when he’s in trouble, right?” exactly.)

NO GRAN STOP NO ONE ASKED FOR THESE FEELS

OH MY GOD

NEVER HAVE I STANNED THIS BOY SO HARD. HOT DAMN

he’s so fucking mad. omg??! omg

okay so I’m gonna try my best to explain why I love this so much lol. all right. so the thing is, it’s actually so rare for Deku to actually take the reins like this. even though he’s the main character, even though he’s All Might’s heir, his personality is such that he genuinely doesn’t mind being in the backseat and is perfectly content to share the spotlight with others, or even relinquish it completely. BnHA has had... how many arcs so far? hold up let me check

-- okay I just checked and it’s 18. so, 18 arcs. and out of all those arcs, Deku has had a solo fight in approximately... five of them. and two of those fights were against Bakugou and Todoroki, respectively, so he was still sharing the spotlight even then. aside from that, he’s fought Muscular, Gentle, and Overhaul (oh, and Shinsou, I guess). that’s it! and it’s been almost 300 chapters! and again, he’s the main character. in a shounen manga. like seriously though, that is wild

and so seeing him here like this on the last page, ready to throw hands with Tomura, presumably while using Blackwhip as some sort of physical barrier to coat his attacks and prevent Tomura from trying any more Decay shenanigans with him? dude. I FELT THAT HYPE. it’s just a really effective way of keeping me from getting Main Character Fatigue like I might get in most other shounen series. because Deku doesn’t get the spotlight all that often in comparison, it still feels fresh to me, especially now with him actually going up against the Big Bad. just, idk what else to say except “hell yeah” lol

anyway, so I don’t even know how long it’s gonna last, and I expect that Kacchan and Shouto aren’t going to be content to just sit back and let Deku have all the glory either (Kacchan in particular is probably frothing at the mouth already), so in all likelihood it’s probably going to be more of a 3-on-1 than a 1-on-1. and it’s also very likely to end with Tomura gaining the upper hand and trying to take OFA! and so in truth this is a very fleeting moment of triumph, and the most premature of celebrations! but even so... damn. and also I just love seeing shounen kids lose their damn minds and explode with angry determination. and I especially love seeing it with Deku, because I love the reminder that beneath that sweet, unassuming nerdy exterior lies a core of fucking steel. that look in his eyes, though. TOMURA ARE YOU SCARED. you should be a little scared, lmao

anyway. so that’s the chapter! and I’m really glad we ended on this note, not just because Deku is a badass, but also because like I was saying earlier, this was about as bad a situation as the good guys have ever been in, and I felt like the manga was starting to lose that feeling of hope that still needs to be there at its core even when things are at their darkest. idk, I feel like we needed this. Tomura got a chance to catch his breath in the last chapter, and now it’s the heroes’ turn. whew

[jjk-biased]

park jimin x reader

genre: angst, lil' fluff if you squint hard enough lmfao

word count: 2k words of big sad bros

synopsis: befriending the ever-shy boy park jimin had its ups and downs but you were there for him through everything.

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It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

It was supposed to end on a somewhat lighter note. Laughter should’ve rang through the room by now from your remark, or at least a chuckle should’ve been heard from his lips as he denies your claim. He should’ve continued eating his pastries or at least change the topic to the song currently playing in Belle Vie.

There shouldn’t be silence. You shouldn’t hear the pitter patter of the rain outside from the cafe you’re in.

Anything but this.

You could still remember meeting his eyes. There he was, meekly hiding himself from the corner of the room to shield himself from the noise of your classmates. He was alone and it was as if he wanted it to stay that way.

You weren’t sure what was captivating about him. Was it the way his eyes told a different story? Was it how adorable he was as he avoided your stare when you approached him? Was it the small, unsure smile he returned when you looked at him?

You’d never know. But you were happy to be the first one to approach him.

“Hi! I’m Y/N.”

“O-oh… uhm… h-hello,” He trailed off, once again looking at anything but you.

You unintentionally chuckled, somehow frightening this shy boy more, and continued, “Can I ask for your name?”

“I-I’m sorry… I’m Park Jimin.”

“Say Park Jimin… interested in going to the small cafe down the street?”

That was the start of an unlikely friendship between the ever-friendly Y/N and the resident cutie Jimin.

From a few meetings to being stuck by the hip, you two sure became a great duo. But Jimin still had reservations about himself, a nobody, and you, the ever-cheerful person who’d befriend anyone. You would remember Jimin always asking you why you hung out with him. He would list reasons why you were better off without him trailing behind you like a puppy.

“Because I like being friends with you silly!”

And you could see the storm in his eyes fade away just from that remark.

“Wanna go to the Hope Dance Studio oday?”

“I’ll just watch you dance, Jimin, and you owe me tea from Belle Vie.”

You two spent most of your days together and would often bond on your love for music. You discovered a new Jimin through dancing—a Jimin who forgot his stage fright and shyness everytime a beat plays. You loved this side of Jimin. It’s who he is. A dancer, born to perform on stage, yet held back by the timid persona he always went by.

Admittedly, you were secretly glad he was confident enough to show it to you. Only you.

Aside from the dance studio, you two were more than often seen in the small cafe by the school named Belle Vie. It was a cozy cafe that hosted a few stressed students or passerbys who wanted to stop for pastries. It was where you two always hung out after every school day.

As your highschool years went by, you began to lie low from the “popular” people. The famous Y/N who befriended anyone was still friendly, but you decided it was time to stick to those who will be there for you.

That was Jimin. You stuck by him as you went through countless breakdowns, stresses, and heartbreaks.

“You should forget that dork, Y/N! He was a player from the start. If you want, we’ll go egg his house soon because he deserves that shit,” Jimin’s eye twitched as he gripped the macaron in his hand rather harshly.

The two of you were once again in Belle Vie, though this time you were down in the dumps because your asshole of a boyfriend cheated on you with one of your friends.

You snorted as you stole one of the sweet delights from his plate, “The slytherin in you jumped out.”

He preened, mockingly laughing the way rich people do, “I try my best.”

“Thank you, Jimin.”

“Anything for you."

None of your relationships seemed to work. Maybe it was because you never seemed to find any sort of connection with them. Maybe it was because they never had any sort of genuinity to commitment.

Maybe it was because they weren’t Jimin.

It dawned on you on one of those quiet days where you ponder quietly as you gaze at the ceiling. Looking back, it really was Jimin who stuck with you through it all. He made you laugh every time he did his pranks (he was never caught), he made you smile every time he danced like a dork, he made you feel at home.

Squealing lightly, you fell off the bed at your epiphany.

“Holy shit… I like my best friend.”

As soon as those words left your mouth, your eyes widened. There are a lot more negative disadvantages to liking your only best friend. What if he didn’t like you? What if he thinks you’re creepy? What if you don’t become friends anymore?

That last question haunted you more than you liked to admit.

Jimin was your anchor, the one you found solace in when times are rough. Not being with him anymore just because your feelings got in the way.

You’d rather keep it in.

So you did. You kept that little crush to yourself and told not a soul. It kind of hurts to act that way, but it was for the best.

Jimin on the other hand began to grow out of his shell. Because you encouraged him, even in his bad days, you were able to help him be more out in the open. Soon, Jimin became one of the popular kids and you were more than happy to see him in his true element.

You once introduced him to your acquaintance and captain of the dance team, Jung Hoseok. He happened to be the son of the owner of the dance studio you two often went to as well. Jimin was soon recruited.

It was as if everything felt right when he accepted Hoseok’s offer. He was more than ecstatic. You were very much just as happy as he is.

“Congrats, shorty! Treat me to Belle Vie today?”

“You can’t call me that if you’re shorter… And shouldn’t I be the one treated today?”

That was the start of his way up to the big leagues.

You were left at the bottom. Probably forgotten, left alone at square one.

You didn’t notice it immediately. Your daily trip to Belle vie turned into every other day, then it became twice a week, once a week, until there was none at all. You couldn’t blame your sweet Jimin though. He became much busier after he joined the dance team.

At the back of your mind, it was hard to admit that he became too busy for you.

It was hard, really, to ask Jimin to hang out for at least just a day and be turned down time and time again.

“Hey! Can we go to Belle Vie today?”

You already knew the answer when his face contorted into an uneasy grin, the way he averted his eyes and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“I… uhm… have practi—”

“Oh! ‘S alright, we can just go out on a later date,” you cut him off to save yourself an ounce of dignity and scurried away before he could make it more painful than it is.

The unlikely duo weren’t seen together anymore anywhere.

You still went on with your day though. You wanted to support your sweet best friend through every competition he had, every breakdown he cried for, every problem he harbored.

It was different this time, you two couldn’t deny it. From strangers to best friends, then back to strangers.

The feelings you long since had have grown into something you couldn’t ignore. Despite every embarrassing moment you experienced from being turned down, the way his smile grew bigger every time their team won had your heart swooning. This Jimin, admittedly now one of the most popular heartthrobs of your school, brought your tummy butterflies that won’t die down.

On your fifth friendship anniversary, you decided it was time you get Jimin for just a day. Heck, just an hour with him would suffice. It’s been long since you two were together and why not hang out on the day that started it all?

“Chim, let’s eat at Belle Vie today. I’m not taking no for an answer,” You huffed in faux confidence, momentarily ignoring that little voice in your head who taunted at you.

“Ah… what’s the occasion?”

Are you kidding me?!

“June 13th! It’s our friendship anniversary dummy,” You grinned hesitantly as your voice wavered.

You never thought you’d have to remind him of this date. It was the other way around! He would surprise you and treat you to Belle Vie because you two were friends!

“Alright… I’ll meet you there.”

There wasn’t as much enthusiasm in his voice as he had last year. It was now blatantly obvious he wanted nothing to do with you.

You figured it was time for your last resort, confessing to everything you’ve felt. Maybe this time… Maybe this time he’ll have a change of heart.

Rain poured down when afternoon came. The clouds were weeping at the loss of friendship. Or maybe it was long gone and you just realized it now and the clouds were sad for another reason…

The two of you were sitting in the same booth you first did, the one nearest to the window. You both ended up getting the same food you always bought. You found yourselves in the same predicament you first met— awkward, silent, and nervousness.

Everything was the same yet everything was different.

The Jimin in front of you now, for example, was strikingly different from the Jimin you met. But you were still the same ol’ Y/N he first met.

You were finally fed up with everything he had thrown your way. Every rejection he made you face, every embarrassing moment you had to endure, every ounce of pain you had to feel.

“What happened to us?” You whispered, looking at anything but this stranger in front of you.

He raised an eyebrow, “Us? What do you mean? Don’t get carried away, Y/N.”

“You were never like this to me, Jimin… You always went to me for everything… Now we don’t even t-talk,” You cried out weakly, too hurt to prevent anything from not being said.

“I’m not gonna be there at your every beck and call, Y/N! I’m not gonna be with you forever! You’re not even my girlfriend! God, how clingy can you get!?” Jimin harshly let out.

Your eyes widened as his remarks flowed into your head and repeatedly taunted you. Tears welled up in your eyes, unable to believe that this is the person you called your best friend.

“I… I can’t believe I like you,” Your face visibly cringed when you said that word. That specific word that wasn’t even enough to describe the immense love you had for this boy who had chosen to hurt you with his words.

It was out. The secret you had for so long is finally out.

Instead of anything welcoming, however, Jimin only mumbled a “what?” out of disbelief. Maybe he wasn’t hearing himself correctly.

This expression of his told you more than you needed to know. Despite the tears now flowing freely, you asked him softly.

“H-hey… Do you know what Belle Vie means?”

You were met with silence. He stared at you as you tried to salvage this piss-poor conversation.

“It means Beautiful Life… and I’m glad to have experienced that with you, Jimin…”

He didn’t say anything back, just a weak, “Goodbye.”

And there was nothing.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

It was supposed to end on a somewhat lighter note. Laughter should’ve rang through the room by now from your remark, or at least a chuckle should’ve been heard from his lips as he denies your claim. He should’ve continued eating his pastries or at least change the topic to the song currently playing in Belle Vie.

There shouldn’t be silence. You shouldn’t hear the pitter patter of the rain outside from the cafe you’re in.

But it did.

Your longtime crush and now ex-friend walked out of the door, and with him left the five-year friendship you two built.

What a beautiful life, indeed.

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[winchester-fantasies]

Ritual

Summary: While hunkering down on a case, you and Dean strike up an unusual ritual.

Word Count: 3977

Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, some dirty talk, semi-public sex, a little bit of fluff, swearing

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

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     Everything around you was dark as you cautiously made your way across the room, waiting for your eyes to adjust to your surroundings. You blindly reached your arms out in front of you, searching for anything as a sign of your surroundings. The ball of your foot stepped over the hardwood floor, the floorboards creaking in that familiar way that told you you were almost to your bed. 

     You became more confident you knew where you were going, and you let your arms fall to your sides. You took another step forward, but you yelped in pain as your knee suddenly came in contact with something solid and hard. 

     “Shit!” you hissed, grabbing your leg and rubbing roughly over the aching spot. You reached down, your fingers grazing the object that had inflicted so much pain, silently chiding yourself when you realized you'd miscalculated your direction and had run into the coffee table instead.

     “You okay?” Dean's gruff and sleep coated voice whispered in the dark.

     You nearly jumped at the sound, quickly veering to the right and jumping onto the couch that had become your bed and curling up under the heavy quilt. “Y...yeah,” you stammered, your heart pounding. “Had to get a drink of water. Sorry for waking you.” 

     “Nah, it's okay,” Dean said, his voice sounding more awake now. “Haven't really been able to sleep much tonight anyway.”

     “How come?” you asked quietly, mindful that Sam was sleeping just upstairs in the open loft.

     “Ya know,” Dean commented vaguely. “Just...everything.”

     You nodded, even though he couldn't see you. “Yeah, I get it,” you said, thinking back over the last few eventful days. You and the boys had been on a demon hunt when your covers had been compromised. You'd quickly been outnumbered so you ran, fleeing to one of Bobby's old safe houses. You'd warded the shit out of the place almost as soon as you'd arrived and now you were laying low for a few days while you tried to figure out what your next move should be.

     Thankfully this safe house was one that Bobby had used quite often so there were a few lore books, weapons and hunting supplies, food and water, and even holy water. You and Sam had been scouring the books for days and Dean had even made a few calls to a few older and more experienced hunters he knew. However, after nearly three days and no breaks, you were beginning to wonder if you'd ever get yourselves out of this mess.

     “Do you think we'll make it out?” you asked.

     Dean was silent, your question hanging in the air, unanswered, leaving your stomach in knots. Dean was always so confident and sure of himself and his abilities as a hunter. He always had an answer and a plan. But his silence this time was unnerving. He was just as scared and uncertain about the situation as you were.

     “Yeah, I think so,” Dean finally answered, his voice more confident than you knew he was actually feeling. “We'll figure something out. We always do.”

     “Yeah, I hope so,” you murmured. 

     You groaned, the feeling of heaviness in your bladder making its presence known. Maybe you shouldn't have drunk that glass of water.

     “What's wrong?” Dean asked.

     You sighed, throwing off your blanket. “I have to go pee,” you complained getting to your feet and searching for your shoes.

     “I'll go with you,” Dean said, sitting up and grabbing his boots.

     “No, don't worry about it, Dean,” you said. Dean didn't answer you, instead pulling on his combat boots. 

     “Dean, you've had a stressful week. You need to rest,” you said, lacing up your Doc Martens.

     When Dean still didn't answer you sighed. “I'll be fine,” you reassured him.

     “Yeah, well, I don't like the thought of you going out there by yourself when we don't even know where those sons 'o bitches are,” he said gruffly, standing to his feet. “So stop arguing and get your ass outside.”

     You rolled your eyes but did as you were told nevertheless. You silently cursed at Bobby for not including an indoor toilet into the floor plans. Instead he'd opted for the old-fashioned kind: An outhouse. 

     You and Dean stepped out onto the front porch, the steps creaking as you descended. The night was warm with the sounds of crickets and tree frogs filling the air. 

     You looked up at the cloudless sky, stars twinkling in the black abyss. The moon was full, illuminating the trees and other foliage surrounding the safe house. 

     You easily found your way to the outhouse, the smell of feces and urine growing stronger as you neared the wooden structure. You wrinkled your nose as you opened the door slowly, the hinges screeching. You'd have to empty out the bucket in the morning.

     You stepped inside and let the door slam behind you and leaving Dean to stand guard. You slid your pajama shorts and panties down your legs to just below your knees, being careful to not let them touch the piss-stained bottom.

     The humidity mixed with the stench surrounding you grew thicker and you nearly gagged. “Dean,” you called.

     “Yeah, sweetheart?” Dean's muffled voice came through the slightly slatted door.

     “Open the door,” you implored. “It's too hot in here.” Dean swung it wide, using his shoulder to keep it open. 

     “Thanks,” you said, fanning yourself to no avail. Sweat still dotted your forehead and upper lip. 

     “No problem,” Dean said, his back still to you, giving you what meager amount of privacy you had.

     You made quick work of relieving yourself before hurriedly pulling your shorts and panties back up and stepping out into the fresh air. “Whew!” you exclaimed, breathing in deeply. “It was fucking stifling in there!”

     Dean chuckled and you were about to join in when a shrill howl filled the air. You tensed, your eyes and ears alert for any sign of impending danger.

     Dean seemed to sense your fear because he moved to your side, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Relax, sweetheart,” he said with an amused grin. “It's just coyotes.”

     “Are you sure?” you asked skeptically as another howl rang out, closer this time.

     “I'm sure. You've got nothin’ to worry about as long as you're with me,” he said, his voice staunch. “Let's go back to the house.”

     You nodded, letting him lead you back to the cabin, his arm never leaving your shoulders. 

**********

     The next two days flashed by in a blur. You and Sam continued to dig into Bobby's old books and searched the Internet for anything that seemed demon related. Anything to indicate just where the demons were.

     Dean finally made contact with Cas, who promised to talk to Crowley to see if there was anything the King of Hell could tell him or do to call off the demons on your trail.

     You lay on the couch later that night, going over everything you knew and seeing if you could find a different angle you hadn't considered yet. You were starting to get antsy being cooped up in the safe house. Bobby had stocked it well but with both you and the Winchesters eating the canned goods and MREs he had left, you knew you'd need to go on a supply run soon. Even if it was a risky move.

     You closed your eyes, the muffled sound of tree frogs coming from outside. Sam's soft snores came from the loft, and your eyes grew heavy as all the sounds you'd grown used to in your time at the cabin, started lulling you to sleep.

     But your eyes shot open the moment you heard the soft grunt. It had come from Dean's side of the room. It was too dark to see anything, and you were about to ask him if he was alright when a low groan came from his couch.

     Your stomach clenched, and you swallowed hard. Was he…jerking off? In front of you? With Sam so close and practically in the room? It shocked you, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. 

     It had been almost a month since you'd gotten yourself off or had a guy between your thighs. You were beyond sexually frustrated, and with the thought of Dean touching himself, sliding his hand up and down his shaft, pre-cum seeping from the tip, you found yourself more than a little aroused.

     Before you knew it, your hand was sliding under the waistband of your pajama shorts and into your panties. Your fingers grazed your heated core, the wetness coating your folds surprising you. You never got this wet, even when a guy was eating you out or buried balls deep inside you. 

     What it was that got you so turned on by Dean Winchester jacking off, you didn't know. But you also didn't mind as you ran your fingers through your folds before finding your already swollen clit. 

     You rubbed small, controlled circles over the bundle of nerves, pleasure already starting to build. You closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip as you listened to Dean's soft grunts and groans from the other side of the room. 

      You moved your fingers down, inserting two into your sopping hole while your thumb kept a firm pressure on your clit. You shoved your hand under your tank top, palming your breast and pinching your nipples. 

     Your fingers dragged deliciously against your walls, and you couldn't stifle a moan when you crooked your fingers, finding your g-spot.

     “(Y/N)?” Dean's deep and slightly out of breath voice sounded out. You immediately stopped your movements, your fingers still encased in your slick pussy. You held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest. You hoped if you remained quiet, Dean would assume you were asleep and save you the embarrassment of having to explain that you were pleasuring yourself to the sounds of him getting himself off.

     “Are you touching yourself?” Dean whispered. You were shocked into further silence at his brazen and direct question. 

     When you finally found your voice, it was tiny and uncertain. “Y...yes,” you whispered back, your voice practically a mewl.

     Dean remained silent, but you heard shuffling blankets as he shifted. You could see his silhouette against the soft moonlight coming through the sheer curtains at the window behind him as he sat up, leaning back against the couch's armrest. 

     “How are you touching yourself?” he asked, his voice a throaty growl. The sheet over his legs billowed up and down gently as he continued to stroke himself. You were so mesmerized by everything that was happening you barely registered that your fingers had picked up their pace once more until you moaned, a shock of pleasure rippling through your core.

     “C’mon, sweetheart,” Dean panted. “Talk to me. Tell me what you're doing to that sweet, little pussy of yours.”

     You licked your lips, tasting the sweat starting to dot your upper lip. “I...I, um, I'm fucking myself...w...with my fingers,” you said, your voice quiet and uncertain. If felt a bit awkward talking to your friend in such a dirty and intimate way, and you felt a little insecure. You weren't sure what to make of the situation or even what to say exactly.

     “Yeah?” Dean asked. You bit your lower lip and hummed.

     “Yeah,” you said. A squelching noise filled the air as you shoved your fingers in deeper.

     “Shit!” Dean hissed sharply at the sound. “You're so fucking wet, sweetheart.... What else are you doing?”

     “I'm rubbing my clit,” you said, a soft moan following your words as your fingers once again found precedence on your swollen and sensitive bud. 

     “Yeah?” Dean asked again.

     “Yeah,” you said breathily. You weren't sure if it was the huskiness of his voice or the sexy and almost risqué situation or both, but you felt a jolt of confidence, causing your next words to fall from your mouth. “And I'm imagining your fingers instead of mine.”

     Dean was silent, and you felt shame creep into your mind. Maybe you'd gone too far. You'd probably fucked up your entire friendship over one lust induced and foolish comment.

     You were about to apologize and tell Dean to forget what you'd just said when he spoke again. “And does it feel good?” he asked, his voice a throaty whisper. You couldn't believe it! He was actually going along with it.

     “Mm, yeah,” you mewled. “Fucking amazing.”

     “Good,” Dean growled. “Just wanna make you feel good.”

     His words sent another round of arousal straight to your core, coating your fingers in a fresh wave of wetness. You let out a soft and lustful moan as your fingers slid over a particularly sensitive spot, causing you to buck into your hand. “Right there, Dean,” you whimpered. 

     “Don't stop,” he commanded breathlessly. The sheet billowed a little higher as he picked up his pace, lifting his hips off the couch and rocking himself into his palm. “Wanna hear you cum.”

     The room fell silent as you both focused on chasing your releases. The only sounds that broke the quiet were the soft moans, groans, and creaking of couch springs as you shifted, trying to find that perfect angle.

     You went back to pumping your fingers into your still soaking hole and adding a third digit when two just wasn't enough. Your other hand rubbed small, quick circles across your oversensitive clit and you soon felt the familiar tightening of your stomach, indicating you were close. You crooked your fingers into your sweet spot and the coil snapped. Your hips lifted off the couch and your legs trembled as your orgasm overtook you. “Dean,” your wanton praise carried throughout the living room.

     Within seconds Dean was cumming, too, his voice a deep and throaty growl. “Fuucckk,” he groaned, his hand sliding furiously up and down his member as his hips stuttered then finally stilled, white, hot cum coating his hand and staining the sheet above him.

     Dean removed the sheet from his lap and used it to wipe his hand and clean himself up. You did the same, removing your pajama bottoms and panties and using the shorts to clean yourself. You both tossed the soiled sheet and shorts to the ground beside you before lying back, blissed out and reveling in your highs. You were panting hard and trying to get your heartbeat back to normal.

     After a little while, Dean rolled over, facing the back of the couch and pulling the blanket over his body. “Good night, (Y/N),” he called quietly over his shoulder.

     You smiled. “Good night, Dean.” You settled back on your pillow and closed your eyes, letting Dean's steady breathing and the sounds outside lull you to sleep and pull you into fantasies only your dreams would ever see.

**********

     You were standing at the stove the next morning; pancakes were cooking on the skillet while uncracked eggs set off to the side, waiting to be scrambled. Sam was at the kitchen table on his laptop, once again searching for anything having to do with the demons. The boys were tired and quickly burning out from getting nowhere with the case, so you thought a nice home-cooked breakfast would help break the monotony.

     It wasn't long, though, before your mind started to wander, and by the time pancake number four was finished, you'd already replayed everything that had happened the night before nearly a dozen times.

     “Better watch those pancakes,” Dean said teasingly. You jumped at his voice and chuckled sheepishly, quickly flipping the pancake before it could burn.

     You tensed when you felt a hand come to rest on the side of you waist, the scent of Dean's cologne unmistakable. “Last night was fucking hot,” Dean whispered gruffly in your ear, his warm breath tickling your ear and ruffling the hair at your temple. “Can't wait for round two tonight.”

     You jerked your gaze up just as he started to walk away but not before you caught the discreet, yet completely enticing and provocative wink he sent your way.

     So it became your ritual that every night you'd cum to the sounds of one another as you pleasured yourselves. During the day everything went on as usual, and you and Dean didn't talk about what you did in the dark. It was an unspoken agreement. 

     Nearly a week later, Garth showed up at the cabin. He'd heard about your predicament and had caught wind of where the demons were. He thought he knew a way out and had decided to come help.

     You were happy you finally had a break in the case. You and the boys had been out at the cabin for almost three weeks, and everyone's patience was wearing thin. However, with Garth’s arrival came the trouble of figuring out sleeping arrangements.

     You finally came to the agreement that Garth would take the loft, and Sam would use the couch you'd been occupying. Which left you sharing with Dean. It wouldn't have been such a problem except for the fact you and Dean were on opposite sides of the sofa, your feet practically dangling off the sides while his were almost in your face.

     You rolled over for what had to have been the fourth time, trying to get comfortable. You sighed as the heel of Dean's foot dug into the side of your rib cage. You had finally given up on sleep.

     “You okay, sweetheart?” Dean’s voice cut through the quiet, and you jumped. 

     “Can't sleep,” you mumbled grumpily.

     You felt Dean shift and when you looked towards him, you saw he was now sitting up. “Come here,” he said, beckoning.

     You huffed, but got up nevertheless, Dean guiding you between his legs and pulling you back against him.You instantly felt yourself relax, and you leaned your head against his shoulder, the side of his cheek nearly plastered to your own.

     “Better?” he asked, his warm breath ruffling the flyaways at your temple.

     You nodded and closed your eyes. You were on the verge of sleep when you felt a hand slide over your thigh. You jolted awake, your eyes wide. “What are you doing?” you hissed. 

     “Just relax,” Dean murmured, his hand making its way up your thigh. You instinctively spread your legs, allowing his touch to move to your inner thigh and tease the bottom of your pajama shorts.

     “Dean,” you said, your heartbeat picking up and your breathing becoming shallow. “Garth...Sam,” you whispered.

     “They won't hear,” he whispered. “Not if you're quiet.” 

     You shuddered at his words as his hand traveled up to the waistband of your shorts. He paused for a moment, the tips of his fingers sliding under the elastic. “This okay?” he asked gruffly.

     You nodded briskly, and Dean continued his path. “Good,” he grunted, his hand slipping into your panties. “'Cause I've heard you cum…. Now I wanna feel you,” he said just as his fingers found your swollen clit.

     You gasped and bucked into his hand as he rubbed firm and controlled circles over the sensitive bud. “This feel good?” he asked quietly.

     You whimpered in response as he dipped a finger into your soaked core. “Mmm,” he growled in appreciation. “You’re already so fucking wet.”

     He continued to thrust his middle finger into you while his thumb kept a steady pressure against your clit. You rolled your hips with his movements, and you gripped his thighs as his fingers brushed against your sweet spot. 

     “Dean,” you whispered through gritted teeth as you fought against the moan at the back of your throat.

     “Cum for me, sweetheart,” he said, and you did as he commanded, cumming harder than you ever had on your own fingers.

     Dean worked you through your orgasm, chuckling softly as you slumped back against him, your chest heaving. “So fucking hot,” he whispered, lightly nipping at your earlobe. Dean's hands moved over your body as you came down from your high, caressing every inch of skin he could find. 

     “Take off your pants,” he said, the tone in his voice leaving no room for argument. You scrambled up from between his legs, the couch dipping and springs squeaking as you got up. Sam suddenly took a deep breath from the couch across the room, and you and Dean paused what you were doing, listening for any other signs he was awake. You let out the breath you didn't know you'd been holding as Sam flipped to his side away from you and Dean.

     You quickly shimmied out of your shorts and panties, leaving them on the floor. You were surprised to find Dean fully naked when you turned back around, just enough light around the room for you to see his thick erection flat against his stomach. 

     Dean held out his hand to you, and you took it as he silently guided you back onto his lap. You could feel his tip at your entrance and you tensed, looking towards Sam and the loft. You knew what Dean had in mind the moment he'd told you to strip. You'd been so turned on by his demand you hadn't really cared that there were two other people in the house, but now that it was actually about to happen, you were having second thoughts.

     “Dean…” you started, your voice betraying your apprehension.

     Dean shushed you with a warm hand on your bare waist. “Don't worry, baby,” he said, rubbing his thumb across your skin. “This isn't my first rodeo,” he reassured you.

     You nodded and felt yourself start to relax again. Dean knew what he was doing even if you were walking into this blindly. You could trust him; he wouldn't put you in a situation like this if he didn't think he could get away with it.

     “Just relax,” he said as he lined himself up and began to push into you slowly. You let out a small gasp as he slid against your walls, every inch of you feeling fuller and fuller. 

     “Fuckin’ hell you're tight,” Dean said once he'd bottomed out, resting his forehead against your clothed back.

     A soft moan fell from your mouth once he started moving. He was slow, careful not to make too much noise, the springs of the couch squeaking softly.

     You held onto the back of the couch to steady yourself while your other hand grasped his forearm, his hands firmly gripping your waist as he thrust in and out of you rhythmically. And it wasn't long before you felt that familiar warmth building in your stomach again. 

     “D...De,” you panted, squeezing his arm and hoping he'd get your message.

     “I know, baby,” he grunted. “Me, too.”

     He snaked his hand between your spread thighs, his fingertips massaging your oversensitive clit. A jolt of electricity shot through your body and before you could register what was happening, you were falling off the precipice of release. 

     You threw your head back as your walls tightened and the coil snapped. Dean clamped his other hand over your mouth just as a wanton moan spilled from your lips.

     Dean wasn't far behind, a low groan emanating from his throat as his hips stuttered. He gripped your waist tightly again as he thrust harshly up into you two more times before he came, ropes of hot cum coating your walls.

     You ran your hand up and down the side of his hairy and muscular thigh while he wrapped his arms around you, anchoring you against him. Dean buried his face into your neck the moment you collapsed against him, kissing down your neck and shoulder and sucking a mark behind your ear. “Definitely the best case I've ever worked,” he murmured in your ear, just as the first light of dawn peeked over the horizon.

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What would it be like if rwbyjnor met the dutch, revy and rock

I don't understand the specifics of this request so I'll do this in the best way I can. This going to be long so be ready.

Rwby x Black lagoon

Black Lagoon crosses to Remnant:

Revy and Dutch along with team RWBY, Ren and Nora are fight a bunch of Beowolves while Jaune and Rock are fighting side by side with mostly Jaune doing most of the work while Rock provides a view tips and assisting mostly with what he can find.

Revy: So, let me get this straight you fight shit heads freaks of nature like these like every single day?

Ruby: Yep.

Dutch: And all of you have a very specific weapon that you customize yourselves to be it a blade and firearm?

Ren: Precisely.

Benny: And you have unnatural and natural resources like dust and with highly advanced technology?

Weiss: Yes.

Dutch: And you can use all that as well as this thing called aura along with a semblance?

Nora: Yeah, semblances are like a superpower.

Revy: How super?

Yang: Universal.

Revy: Well-

Revy looks to see Ruby turn her weapon from a sniper rifle to a scythe.

Revy: Dutch, can we stay here?

Dutch: HELL NO!!! Look, I hate to say this, but I much prefer seeing crazy psychos, and bullets fly than this horror fest. Plus, I may not be father but ya'll parents let you do this every day, they are very stupid and irresponsible.

Yang: Hey we're trained for this. Well except one.

Revy: Yeah that guy with Rock over there. He is doing fine but I can tell he's not all your levels. How did even survive let only get into your school?

Ruby: That we don't know or bother asking as long he works.

Revy: Well I can say that it's stupid but I still I wonder how he got in.

*Jaune and Rock side*

Rock: So, let’s get this straight. Your father never bothered to train you and no combat school was willing to accept you, so your best method was to cheat?

Jaune: Yeah, I know, I'm a complete fool.

Rock: I mean if you were willing to work hard to get there despite the risk, I say, you sir have my respect.

Jaune: But I am an idiot, I mean, I lost the only girl you who believed in me.

Rock: Jaune, let me give you a piece of advice. Get over yourself! If you still have even just one friend in this crazy messed up world then you're okay. Trust me, I know a little on how you feel. I mean look me compared to the others, do I look like I'm a mercenary?

Jaune: Why do hang out with them anyways?

Rock: Like you with your friends, mines, I guess appreciate my abilities. Look let's talk about this another time and try to survive this freak show.

Jaune: Deal.

RWBY and JNRO crosses to Black Lagoons:

Team RWBY and JNPR are fighting a mafia group along with Revy and Dutch. Ruby armed with a handgun, an old scythe and sniper with a bayonet, Weiss with a rapier and little knifes, Blake with a handgun and a katana, Yang with a shotgun and iron brazed knuckles, Jaune with an military armed shield, sword and rifle(Dutch taught him how to use it. Surprised it took him a week.) Nora with a grenade launcher, Ren dual wielding pistols and knives and Oscar with a pipe.

Revy: Holy crap, you brats are good even without your powers or usual weapons.

Ruby: We adapt.

Nora: Seriously, you guys do stuff like this every day?

Dutch: For the right price, yes. But yeah, you kids on a natural.

Yang: By the way, thanks for teaching Jaune how to use a gun.

Dutch: Thank Rock for making him listen, he said he wouldn't last long if he didn't. But in all seriously the guy learns quick, I mean, it took him a week to learn how you use that rifle.

Ren: A week! We need to start teaching him and make sure he brings one more often.

Nora: Might makes things easier from here on.

Jaune: Can all of stop talking and focus! We'll talk when we're done. Oscar, hurry up.

Oscar: Oh, I'm sorry but fighting with a pipe is hard!

Jaune: Why didn't you bring a sword!

Oscar: I will not kill!

After a crazy battle, the group along with Rock and Benny celebrated their victory at the bar. While the girls, as well as Ren and Oscar was living it up with Revy, Benny and Dutch, at the front bar Jaune and Rock were talking after Rock told him a stories about how his employers sold him out, the hell he endured in his stay Roanaper, Yukio, and his old client Garcia.

{Rock's side}

Jaune: Damn.

Rock: Yeah.

Jaune: Well, you did what you had to.

Rock: But I didn't have to. I should've walk away and not attached. I'm supposed to be the good guy, Jaune. But this city, I feel like it's eating me alive. All these mafia bosses, war criminals and shit... it's all just getting to me. You know.

Jaune: Yeah, I understand, but what are going to do about it? you made the choice to stay and you got live with it. I mean, hearing all the crap you've done, I somewhat envy you.

Rock: What do you mean?

Jaune: When Chang said pull out, you went in. Every time something bad happens you try to be the good guy and make things better. True it fails at times and from the look of this city, you'll have no choice but to throw righteousness away to survive.  But in my opinion, you still at least stand as the hero of the story.

Rock: *laugh* How so!? Come on tell me, how can I, a piece of under burying shit can possible still be a hero to you. The worthless knight, who can barely fight and couldn't save his partner!?

Jaune: Exactly. Most people survive based on luck.  You on the other hand survived not just on what you know but what learn in return. The world's a crazy place, and most of time you don't know where you'll end up. However, you still have control of what you do next. Your still able to keep people alive. You still do your job. You still try to be nice and maintain some level of morality even if it may never be enough or get you killed. So, trust me when I say this, you have done all what you could. Hell, I barely can do anything.

Rock: Shut up. When it comes down to it your friends are as crazy and trigger happy as Revy. They need somebody like you who can keep them alive. Just keep trying to do right by them and for yourself. Trust me, you can talk down to yourself all you want. But it doesn't change the fact that your alive, you made mistakes and you change. Promise you won't go down how I did, because believe me once you go too far in the darkness you may never come back from it. Or at least not be the same person you were before.  

Jaune: Yeah. Plus, that Revy woman, I think you can trust her to help you back up or shoot you down when you have gone too far.

Rock: Really? How come?

Jaune: She talks about you all the time when she's drunk. She saves you even when you deserve to die for being stupid. And finally, she hasn't killed you yet despite the many times you've pissed her off.

Rock: Speaking of women, which one of those lovely ladies is your girlfriend?

Jaune: Funny I was about ask you the same between Revy and the blonde, named, Eda.

Rock: *laughing* To the C.M.F.?

Jaune:  To the C.M.F *Shared a toast with Rock and started drinking*

{Revy Side}

Ruby: So, Revy?

Revy: What is it little red?

Ruby: Are you and Rock dating?

Revy: *cracks glass cup while blushing* W-w-WHAT!? NO!! Of course not. Why the hell would you ask that?

Nora: You look at him a lot.

Blake: You talk to him the most.

Yang: An unlike most, you call him your partner.

Revy: Well yeah cause he's useful. That’s all. Nothing special.

Weiss: Really, cause when you got drunk last time, we asked you about him, you got an attitude and started talking crazy.

Revy: Oh.

Yang: So how-

Revy: We started off at the wrong foot and we're just making up as we go.

Yang: Well that's great and-

Revy: Can't say the same thing for you guys and your friend Jaune, though.

Nora: Pardon?

Revy: I'm just saying, don't think you know everything about your friend, hell I don't think he cares about any of you.

Blake: *angry glare* What makes you say that?

Revy: Well let’s be clear here. Jaune was loser with dreams, he was willing to make those dreams a reality, no matter the price he didn't know he'll have to pay. And guess what, the debt was do and it caused Pyrrha her life.

Yang: Maybe so but-

Revy: And before you all start giving him praise for what he accomplished, let me ask you something. How did he feel afterwards? I mean, losing the only person to ever provide with some sort of love and respect, a family that never believed in once in his life, I say the kid must been a loser for a long time. And if him and his Sapphron were the only two to ever bother to leave the nest, then that proves that the rest of his siblings are just good for nothing nobodies who scared of the world, or just found more meaning in their lives without having to leave the comfort of their home. Face it, like Rock, your friend got something to prove and he's willing to do whatever it takes to prove himself to everyone. Even if it causes him his life and his humanity.

Ruby: No. No, we won't-

Revy: And what are you people going to do? Hold his hand? Give him those morally great speeches of yours? Pathetic. Just like your friend Pyrrha who died a meaningless death for worthless, foolish old man, who could barely do the job he's was given by god himself.

RWBYN: *angry at Revy comment but grows to accept it*

Ren was about to start threatening however Dutch stops him by reestablishing that one shot can turn the bar into a war zone and showing Ren that Revy always has her trigger finger ready. So, Ren does nothing.

Revy: Face it, you guys aren't capable of saving him. But what do I know, I'm no hero nor do I want to be? The only guy I seem to care about is changing and I don't know how he's going to turn out. To think that I might have to shoot him down someday. But fuck it, that’s just of missed up every world is.

Dutch: Wow Revy you changed.

Revy: What?

Benny: You act less bitchy than you were before and now you’re a little more open with others. Rock must have touched your heart.

Revy: Shut up, Benny. *looking red all over her face*

Everyone laughs at her embarrassment.

Revy: Oh, shut the fuck up you cunts! Hm. Anyways which one you are dating that knight in shining armor anyways since you're all worried about him?

Nora: I already got a boyfriend.

Revy: You mean twinkle toes right there. Mr. Emmo.

Nora: You must want to fight.

Revy: Anyone?

RWBY: Nope.

Revy: *makes a call*

Eda: Hey bitch, what do want?

Revy: Hey Eda do you like blondes? Because I got an average looking-

Eda barges in with her short green skirt and pink top shirt on. She looks at Revy, knowing what she wants, Revy points to Jaune with Rock and Eda makes her. She walks with hips swaying from side to side and sit between Rock and Jaune.

Rock: *surprised* Eda, what are doing here? When you did you get here?

Eda: Oh, Rock honey, I’m just taking advantage of my opportunities. *Sees Jaune staring in amazement. She smiles* Say, I heard rumors about you and your blonde friend right here and was wondering if you two would have some-

Revy and Weiss both break their glasses and make their way over.

Revy and Weiss: STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM YOU CUNT!!!

Revy surprised how Weiss and she were in complete sink and while she smug, Weiss was embarrassed.

Revy: Oh, so you like him like that.

Weiss: *grabs Jaune by the arm and pulls him away* EVERYONE! WE ARE LEAVING!

Jaune: But Weiss I finally found someone I can talk!

Weiss: YOU’LL PLENTY OF PEOPLE TO TALK TO ONCE WE GET HOME!!

Jaune: But Weiss- damn it, later Rock. See you someday.

Rock: God speed brother and remember everything I told you.

Jaune: You as well and good luck.

A bright light was opened and just like that the kids disappeared. Back to their universe. Revy and Rock were smiling but Rock, remembering what Jaune said about trust, ask Revy

Rock: Revy?

Revy: What up, partner?

Rock: Let’s say, I things took too far and made an enemy of someone who would want me killed. Will you be there to kill me instead? Even if you were paid to do so, will be there to stop me?

Revy: *smiles but then covers Rocks eyes so he never sees it* Of course. I got you into this, so you’re my responsibility. Partner.

Rock: *smiles* Thanks.

[elysianslove]

hi eli bby !! its me vio again shhshf

i loved ur vball player crush hcs w miya twins && suna and can i have that too w sakusa, semi && shirabu ? MY UNDERRATED BOYS CRIES SM <//3 thank u sm <33

hiiiii my love!!! tysm for requesting these boys i love them so much. i hope you like this lysm <3

sakusa kiyoomi 

considering what i’ve seen in the anime, and some manga panels, i really don’t think omi’s a peoples person. so even in school, i doubt he was very involved with other students, and probably kept to himself 

he’s also hyper-aware of his surroundings constantly, including the people around him, so the fact that he noticed you wasn’t a shock

it’s that he noticed you, and then he couldn’t stop thinking about you

probably had some dream about you that same night that cursed him with a crush on you yk the dreams i’m talking about right? 

he still continues to keep to himself, and whenever he spots you from his peripheral vision he just dashes out of there. he realizes that forcing himself to act normally around you might actually improve his situation and help him get over whatever this stupid crush was but he was not taking any chances

he also knew nothing about you, just your last name! 

so anyways both the boys and girls vbc’s are heading the same school, so they got one bus for the both of you and combined them. 

because his general dislike for crowds, omi usually sits out in the front, especially because the door to the bus is right next to him. idk he just seems like the kind to map out an escape plan for every room/vehicle he enters i don’t have a reason why i think so

the game was happening on a weekend, really early, like way too early, so it wasn’t a surprise that you were tired. it’s an unspoken rule that those who sit in the back make a lotta noise and all that, so you opted for the front seats instead to at least try and rest a bit before the game

you don’t sit directly next to him, but there’s only an aisle separating the two of you

because, yk, manners, you give him a small smile before saying, “good morning!” and settling in your seat, your bag between your legs

omi on god freezes up lmfao

he doesn’t mean to sound so rude but it just comes out that way! he says something along the lines of “what are you doing here?” and immediately regrets it after it leaves his lips. he visibly cringes 

but instead of being thrown off, you just laugh, and sakusa curses everything behind his mask because holy shit were you gorgeous and wow was his stomach just somersaulting 

not a nice feeling 

you explain to him briefly that you’re on the vbc and you were heading to play the girls of the same school he was gonna play against and all that, and he just hums and nods and tries to ignore the thump thump thump of his heart 

you don’t really interact during the bus ride going to, it’s coming back that you do 

you tell him that you managed to glimpse the last bit of his game, where he was landing a spike, and you complimented his skills and pointed out his freakish wrist move 

he noted that he didn’t get to see you play and your brain went opportunity! 

you go “well maybe you should come to one of my dates” like the absolute smooth talker you are 

omi just hums and goes “i’ll see” 

absolutely is there lol

the development into a relationship is more implicit than explicit. the two of you don’t announce to the world, but honestly, neither do you do it to yourselves. like you’d been on a coffee date with him at some point and your parent or sibling texted something you found funny and mentioned him as your boyfriend and you showed it to him and he was like

hm

am i your boyfriend 

like idk am i your girlfriend 

he said yeah obviously 

i love this boy so fucking much pleaseeeee

but yes just as your development into a couple is subtle, so is your overall relationship. and honestly? you wouldn’t have it any other way

semi eita

omg pretty setter semi eeee

so yk how shiratorizawa students live in dorms? there’s no way semi hasn’t noticed you before, even if it’s separate dorms for different genders. like you two probably come across each other every once in a while at a vending machine or something, and exchange a word or two 

it’s not until when semi starts to look forward to seeing you, or when he gets disappointed every time you don’t make an appearance, that he realizes, you know, he’s kinda developed a liking to you

he doesn’t really know much about you, aside your name and your favorite go-to snack from the vending machine, so he’s left a little frustrated at the lack of interactions you two have. like he’s just living off that small laugh of acknowledgment and the hi, hope you sleep well! you know? like he wants more from you. he wants to get to know you

he can’t seem to ever see you in school either, because the stars hate him that much and don’t wanna align for the two of you, not even a little to share one class with him. just one

it’s just his luck, though, when a busy weekend for all the sports teams comes along, and each sport is sectioned off to a bus. volleyball boys and girls in one bus, swimming boys and girls in one bus, etc. 

he really doesn’t expect it when you get on the bus, because what the fuck you play volleyball??? and then he really doesn’t expect it when you recognize him, gasp and grin, and wave at him, and go over to sit by him

his brain’s short-circuiting 

you immediately start conversation as you’re setting your bag down like “i didn’t know you played volleyball!”

and he laughs and nods like “i didn’t know you did either” 

it’s honestly a really cute and satisfying moment like okay maybe the stars were just taking their time aligning thank you universe 

the two of you click immediately. like annoyingly so. you have so much in common, and you spend the entire ride chatting excitedly about everything and semi’s wishing he’d just asked you to hang out way sooner, like as early as the first time you’d met at that vending machine 

the girls’ games finish a lot later than the boys, so he comes and watches you play, and is enamored by you, completely. in his head he’s just ‘this girl just keeps growing more perfect.’

he walks back with you to the bus, and sits next to you as well. when you arrive back at the school, you don’t immediately go to your dorms, and he suggests grabbing a refreshing drink from somewhere nearby

it’s incredible how you still have so much to talk about 

the time passes really quick with him

it’s while you’re having that drink with him, probably iced tea or boba or something, he tells you about his small passion for music, and you make him promise to play you something at some point. he loops his pinky with yours :)

he also confides in you about having been replaced on his last year, and how he tries not to let it affect him but he really can’t help him. from then on, after each of your practices, you invite him in your gym, and have him set to you, just so you both have an excuse to spend time with each other, and so that he gets to practice and play the way he really wants to, without any restrictions placed upon him and no one waiting to take his place

i think as a couple you’d probably really bring out the best in each other, and you’re constantly always, always there for each other. really, really reliant and supportive as partners, you know? 

you go to all his games, and whenever he’s pitched in, you scream his name the loudest and cheer him on so much. one look at your face, and he’s reminded of who he is and why he does what he does, and he’s immediately grounded aw <3

shirabu kenjirō

omg shirabu with a crush 🥺🤲🏼 i love it when characters seem so cold and standoffish but as soon as they’re around the people they care about they do a 180. that’s shirabu 100%

he really, really, really liked you. like it was embarrassing at this point. he totally denied it every time anyone even thought it, and he really tried his hardest not to be obvious around you

i like to think he saw you around school and that’s how it developed a little, but maybe you were friends with some of the vbc boys because of your shared interest in the sport, and you come to play with them sometimes after practice, he’d just never be there

but one time you walked in and he was like guess im not leaving 

he was a little starstruck at the fact that you played volleyball. he honestly wouldn’t care, but it sorta felt nice that there really was something that you two had in common

and you were good. at everything. you received semi and ushijima’s serves, and goshiki’s and ōhira’s spikes, perfectly, and reacted to tendō’s blocks so well, and hit his tosses just right. you were incredible. maybe your skills were magnified from his specific lens, but there really was no denying you were skilled 

damn this. all this. 

especially any time you’d spike his toss and give him a really wide smile and say, “nice toss!” like seriously the way his heart’s spasming cannot be healthy what the fuck 

and then he finds out the girls are sharing a bus with them, and then you walk in

and then you walk towards him

obviously, outwardly he looks unimpressed and unfazed but trust, his palms are sweaty as fuck 

before the bus moves, you stand by his seat and make small talk with him about volleyball, before you realize the bus is moving and you have to sit down, but you’re still in the middle of a conversation with him, so you just sit next to him and continue like nothing happened

he just. allows it. 

the school you’d been going to had a really big court where both the girls and boys were playing in the same gymnasium on opposite sides of the court, so when you arrived and changed and all, you were like “wanna warm up together” couple goals <3

pls semi, taichi and tendō would probably tease the fuck out of him lmfao. he’d just glare at them but he has such a big blush on his cheeks as he stretches and warms up with you that the glare is completely ineffective 

you go to sit next to him on the bus ride home, but the day’s exhaustion catches up to you, plus the bus’s movements are lulling you, so you end up falling asleep on his shoulder, and when shirabu first notices that you’d actually fallen asleep, he looks down at you with such a dreamy and awestruck face. goshiki took a picture and likes to torment him with it. shirabu has it as his lockscreen now lol 

as your boyfriend, he’s the exact same. very standoffish to everyone outwardly but to you? it’s a different story. 

nonetheless it’s not very obvious. so yes, he will have a scowl on his face as he tells you off, but his lips are slightly upturned and there’s a little pink shade on his cheeks that show just how endearing he thinks you are 

really loves to practice with you because he loves seeing you in your zone like that. also you look hot

anyways yes he’s such a cutie i will not take criticism 

[simplyxdolxstyles]

Sunflower

So here is a blur that I got a little carried away about confessing to Ethan. 

Let me know what you think, thanks :)

Warnings: Nothing but fluff.

You have been friends with the Dolan twins ever since you were young.  Growing up together was a big part of your childhood, you practically did everything together. Their parent’s loved you, and Cameron thought of you as a little sister. As time went on you slowly started developing a crush on Ethan. Grayson knew but he kept quiet about it. Then came their start on YouTube, and suddenly all contact was lost. You regret not saying anything then, but perhaps it was for the better. You wouldn’t be able to live with the embarrassment if he had rejected you. One day, Grayson texted you out of nowhere. You were happy but pretty surprised because you though why get in contact now, but you weren’t complaining. He asked to meet up and catch up. He said him and Ethan both missed you. So after planning and mind going back and forth, here you were in L.A.

 “This is actually great. We needed this.” Grayson commented to the both of you. Ethan nodding his head in agreement.

 “Totally. Honestly, I’ve missed you guys.” You cracked a smile.

“We’ve missed you too. It feels good to be back with our number one girl.” Ethan added. A blush adorned your cheeks. Flashbacks entered your mind as you remember those days making you smile. You’re proud at how far they’ve come.

 “Anyways, you guy’s hungry? ‘Cause I’m starved.” Grayson groans, patting his belly. You look at him with a ‘wtf are you doing?’ face. He just gave you a knowing looking. Curse him, he was too good at this.

 “Come to think of it, yeah, I could eat.” Ethan’s mouth literally starts to water at the mention of food. You just give a curt nod. Grayson gave you a cheeky wink and went to get the food, a bounce to his step.

 “It’s good to have you back, Sunflower.” You looked over at Ethan to find him grinning at you. A blush adorned your cheeks again at the nickname. You’d gotten the nickname ‘Sunflower’ for your love of sunflowers and because you wore a lot of yellow. You cut the eye contact before you got too entranced by his eyes.

 “It’s good to be back, E. I missed you and Gray. All the things we used to do together. It was great.” Your spoke with a grin. Ethan thought you had a beautiful smile. The butterflies started to flutter when you smiled. His day felt complete whenever he saw you smile.

  {Flashback}

 You’re all about 10 here

 “’Betcha can’t find me!” You giggle as you ran away from the boys in your little yellow dress. Playing hide and seek. You hid in your spot behind a tree trying not to give yourself away as you waited to see who would find you first. After about 5 minutes you hear footsteps and instantly shrink in your spot. Suddenly, you had an urge to sneeze. Oh no. You tried to hold in your sneeze but it was fruitless. You let out a little and dare I say adorable little sneeze. Freezing in your spot you waited to see of you heard any footsteps. Then suddenly…

 “Found You!” A toothy smiled Ethan said.

 “No fair, I sneezed.” You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Aw, come here.” He gave you a hug then proceeded to bring you somewhere. You didn’t know where he was taking you.

 “Okay, close your eyes and wait here.” You looked at him weirdly but did what he said. Hearing his footsteps run off you wondered what he was doing. What’s he doing? You thought. Not long after you heard feet running again.

 “You can open your eyes now.” You uncovered your eyes and in his hand was a pretty, bright yellow sunflower. His cheek and forehead was smudged with dirt but he looked so cute. You blushed red.

 “T-Thank you, Ethan, it’s very pretty.” You smile.

 “You remind me of a sunflower since you always wear yellow. You’re also very pretty.” He blushed and looked down at his shoes. You smiled and gave him a hug. Feeling him hug you back made you smiled.

 “Let’s go find, Grayson. I think he got lost.” He says. You nod and went to look for Grayson. But little did you two know was that Grayson witnessed the whole thing. A little smile on his face at the sight of his best friend and brother.

 {Flashback Over}

 “Those were the days.” He commented. You nodded in agreement, silence soon taking over the room. After what seemed like forever, Ethan finally spoke up.

 “Listen, (Y/N), we’re very sorry we just disappeared from your life without any explanation. It’s just when we wanted to we just got so caught up with everything and everything was still knew.” He frowned.

 “E, it’s okay, don’t worry. Better late than never as they always say.” You chuckle. Ethan cracked a smile at that but still looked a bit gloomy. You scooted closer and wrapped a reassuring arm around him.

 “Sure, I was a little sad and upset at the beginning, but I never stopped supporting you two. What you and Grayson have accomplished is amazing. You have a lot of supporters that care and love you guys for who you are. You inspire people every day, and that makes me happy to know the difference you and Grayson make.

 “But we just act like goofs in front of a camera.” He furrows his brow.

 “And that’s what people like about it. The fact that you can be yourselves in front of millions and millions of people. That’s says something. You have me, you’ll always have me.” You end with a smile. Ethan smiles back. Suddenly the thoughts of Grayson entered your mind. Welp, here goes nothing.

 “Ethan, I-I have to tell you something.” You murmur quietly.

 “What is it? Everything okay?” A look of worry flashed in his eyes and you have to assure there is nothing is wrong.

 “It’s just that I…I’ve had feelings for you. For quite some time now, Ethan.” You say.

 “What?” Ethan looks at you.

 “I’ve developed feelings for you and I just…I can’t. Look, Ethan, I just couldn’t function without you. As proud as I am for you and Gray, my heart yearned for you. I cried day and night because I missed you so much. I love you, Ethan Dolan. Ever since you gave me that sunflower I’ve loved you.” You say with tears running down your cheeks. Ethan just looked at you in shock.

  “Look, if you don’t like me back that’s fine, but say something please, I can’t take the quietness.” You sniff, trying to calm yourself down. He just kept his eyes locked on you.

 “Holy shit I love you.” He grasped you face in his hands and brought you lips together.

 “E-Ethan..” You mumble between kisses.

 “I...love..you…: He murmurs back. Your eyes shut and you wrap your arms around his neck. Your tummy fluttered as your lips moved in sync. Your lips tingled at the taste of him. Holy you were kissing your best friend. Soon you pulled apart due to lack of oxygen.

 “I love you, Ethan Dolan.” You say with a bright smile.

 “I love you too, my Sunflower.” He grins before connecting your lips. Finally

 (Grayson once again watching with a grin on his face)

 “This is beautiful.” He fans at his face.  

[denqis]

Ok I hope this isn’t too vague (if it is, let me know!) but Kami and his s/o being cute together? Like cuddling and taking silly videos together and everyone is like EW GROSS but lowkey jealous because wtf they’re so cute together. Thank you!! I just want some disgusting fluff 🤧

OKAY LISTEN, LISTEN!!!! WHEN I READ THIS REQUEST AND WHILE MAKING THIS I TEARED UP??? i literally love denki so?much? he's my baby, my angel, my sun??? so yeah i probably went kinda overboard but thank you so so much for requesting this!💗

two halves of one idiot — kaminari denki x reader

- okay sO when you first walzed into that classroom, no matter how insecure or nervous you may have felt

- denki? boy oh boy, was he whipped

- he didn't show it, though, always making advances to every girl in your class

- you didn't care in the beginning

- but ever since he took your hand during the villain attack at the usj, you may have felt your heart skip the tiniest bit every time you caught a glimpse of him

- you got injured due to kurogiri's warp gate slamming your head against a rock, you were pretty much useless and a burden

- you felt dizzy and nauseous and denki, being the idiotic gentleman he is protected you by pushing you into a gap between two huge rocks, shielding you with his body

- when you finally decided to flee, he took your hand and rushed away, rendering you even more useless, slipping in and out of conciousness

- you felt bad for denki because he was handicapped due to you

- you invited him to lunch and took him out for ice cream once you were feeling better

- he didn't really like that you paid and wanted to pay you back for paying him back???

- endless spiral of idiocy

- both of you were broke and had gained a few kilos by the end of the week

- you definitely felt butterflies every now and then, especially when he purposely sat down next to you instead of sero or kiri

- you found out that the two of you enjoyed memes far too much

- it started with you quoting one of your favorite vines and he literally almost got whiplash when he heard it

- "OH MY GOD YOU LIKE VINES TOO?!"

- you greeted yourselves by quoting cody ko vines daily

- you'd stay after class with him, sitting across from him when he'd have extra study sessions

- jokes on you and him, he couldn't concentrate

- you'd snap the stupidest pictures of him, with instagram or snapchat filters and send them to him and his friends

- he'd notice you staring at him more and more and how you stuttered and blushed, it was so unusual

- he didn't change, still flirting with every girl around and you started feeling worse and worse, jealousy eating you up slowly but surely

- during the summer break you didn't meet up at all, due to you ignoring him, trying to fight your feelings

- but shit that day at the pool

- it came out of the blue and you contemplated on not going, but were eventually forced to

- you wanted to DIE when you saw denki in his tight swimwear

- the heat rose to your cheeks and your nether regions, you felt the distance you had put between the two of you

- he was so unsure of what to do, not even daring to look in your direction

- "dunce face what the fuck is wrong with you today?" bakugo was more pissed off than denki himself

- katsuki KNEW how both of you felt, he had overheard a pep-talk you were giving yourself about not freaking out when next to him

- let alone denki never actively pursued you so that must mean he's hella nervous around you

- denki suddenly felt everything crash around him, taking your hand into his just like he did back at the beginning of the school year

- all eyes were on the two of you, but you didn't care

- you were so very confused??

- until he stopped, nibbled on his lower lip and fiddled with his fingers, not meeting your gaze once

- both of you were tomato red, blame it on the heat or the sparks that were flying between the two of you (pun intended)

- you were about to raise your voice when he finally mustered up enough courage to smash his lips into yours

- he WAS A LITTLE TOO EAGER

- let's just say he almost lost a tooth and you almost peed your pants from laughing too much

- you couldn't stand up straight, holding your stomach and wheezing

- he was a pouty, upset little pupper after that, even more embarrassed than before

- "i like you too, idiot."

- that's when you leaned in, hands caressing his cheeks, lips lightly locking with his

- um... he was shocked, so shocked that he kinda mayhaps shocked you????

- he wanted to DIE, he felt so bad, but you liked the thrill

- you simply connected your lips again, moving so smoothly and naturally UNTIL

- someone cleared his throat, both of your heads whipped around and holy shit, oh no

- aizawa had just busted your asses

- "please, just please, never do that in front of me ever again. i don't want to have to update the whole teacher's office weekly on your relationship. you know how they can get."

- well since those kisses you tried to be not as touchy-feely

- but it almost turned routine that you two'd leave during breaks and could be found in the bathroom stalls

- SERO ONCE WAS IN THERE TOO AND HE'S NOW TRAUMATIZED FOR LIFE

- y'all sum dumb bitches

- actually recreating vines, throwing empty bottles down the hallway, giving iida several heart attacks

- recording yourselves doing dumbass tiktoks just for shits and giggles

- you hated tiktok, calling it knockoff vine and shit

- you're playing the sims together and he always sets your house on fire

- SLEEPOVERS

- y'all deadass in the same dorm but it's too far away

- in the living room you'd always be connected to him one way or the other

- your favorite is laying in his lap with him massaging your scalp/ playing with your hair

- and omg when he leans down to kiss you? you were a goner

- everyone in your class hated you two, you were just amplifying each other's stupidity

- running around screaming profanities when school's out and getting into detention

- pulling out sero's tape while he was sleeping, taping himself up and hanging him upside down

- no one was safe from the two of you

- you loved to play cupid too, spying on the others and their potential crushes

- you wanted to go on double dates is that too much to ask for?

- your otp was bakugo and kirishima

- partly because they were so cute together but mainly because bakugo would get SO riled up about it that he nearly killed you two every single time

- there was this incident when denki had gotten no sleep, zero, zilch

- so he fell asleep in class, recharging, literally

- he had this huge adorable pout on his lips, face all squishy and blushed

- you couldn't help yourself, even though the risk of a teacher coming in every three seconds was huge

- you leaned down and pecked his pout, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes

- he was the cutest thing you had EVER laid eyes on

- you adored this stupid dipshit so so much, your heart was overwhelmed with the love you felt at this moment

- the whole class just stared at you, looking down at your boyfriend and CRYING??

- "ugh oh my god, disgusting. grow the fuck up y/n."

- you looked at bakugo through the curtain of tears and raised a middle finger at him

- he was jealous, you knew he was, because the inferior dumbass got a significant other while he didn't

- you simply went in for another kiss, curling his locks in your fingers, when he suddenly pulled you in for thirds, starteling you so much that you fell forward, ontop of his desk

- he shocked you AGAIN and your foreheads budded, giving both of you a huge hematoma in the middle of your forehead

- he's so overprotective, every time you'd have to work in pairs and you weren't paired up with him

- get ready for pouts and long stares

- paper planes with little i love you's scribbled onto them

- air kisses

- dude you were so cheesy and obvious

- you were the only couple in your year and no one wanted to admit how jealous they were

- you always brought him lunches because

- "gatorade and nutella toast aren't breakfast, denki."

- your heart was so full of love for this dumbass that whenever he spoke you felt the need to kiss him and cuddle him to near death

- you run at him and jump and he'd ALWAYS catch you, dropping everything around him

- you always prank him into cuddling you, when you pretend to be asleep in the living room so that he feels obligated to carry you to your (or his) room

- you'd just wrap your arms around his neck and pull him on top of you

- you loved having him close, hearing his heartbeat and steady breath

- he showers you with stupid little gadgets and gifts let's be real

- "i bought you this pen you talked about three weeks ago!"

- he's so attentive 🥺

- I LOVE KAMINARI DENKI AND YOU SHOULD TOO

[threeletterslife]

Cuss Out

→ summary: As a senior in an old, cockroach-infested school, you’d honestly rather die than take a zero period class at the asscrack of dawn. But there’s a quiet boy who sits next to you that keeps you from ditching. He’s kinda cute (although you’ve never really seen his face). Yikes. But as they say, actions speak louder than words, right? 

→ pairing/rating: jungkook x reader | PG-13

→ genre: this was supposed to be fluff until i realized how fucking funny this whole situation is so now the majority of it is crack | high school!au

→ warnings: profanity as always

→ wordcount: 2.3k

→ a/n: inspiration hit because i hate my physics class and guys this is like my FIRST crack fic on tumblr after having a depressing fic streak 🤭 i hope you laugh as much as i cackled when i wrote this shit 

Say you're on your deathbed. Your right leg is already crossing the thin line that divides life and the afterlife; you begin to feel your body succumb to death. But an angel appears. She sparkles, glimmers, and asks if you would like a second chance. You nod your head frantically. Anything to see another day, another sunrise. But the angel says there is a price to pay. She twirls her long, curly blonde hair with a perfectly manicured, dainty finger.

She leans in and you catch a whiff of Bath and Body Works' Beautiful Day perfume. It makes you feel uneasy. You don't trust that smell.

"If you want a second chance, my dear Y/N," she sings, her voice light and feathery. "Then you must retake AP Physics C."

I what???

Your daydream skids to a complete stop and you jerk awake, hands flying to steady yourself and eyes wide in confusion.

You look around your stupid zero period AP Physics C class to see if anyone had witnessed your embarrassing actions. But it looks like everyone else is half asleep—except those crazy kids who are actually taking notes. You breathe a sigh of relief before turning towards your uptight teacher, Mr. Chung. He's droning on about magnetism again, his posture annoyingly straight and voice fairly high-pitched—like he never went through puberty. Honestly, if you hear him say 'right-hand rule' one more time, you might just raise your own right hand and slap the shit out of the nearest person. And that person happens to deserve a good slapping, in your opinion.

She's the pesky girl in front of you that won't stop spritzing her stupid perfume in ten-minute intervals. You swear to the heavens you used to like the scent of Beautiful Day. But now, it makes you want to throw up.

Yes, AP Physics C is the epitome of a hellhole.

What's more, you don't know anyone in the class, which makes everything worse than it already is. You wouldn't be surprised if some kids in the period thought you were mute—rightfully, too, because you've never spoken a single word. Frankly, you don't feel the need to.

God, lecture days are the worst. Mr. Chung yaps on and on about a subject that frankly, you don't give two shits about. You're only taking this to fill up your schedule, anyway. Besides, the only unit you enjoy in physics (electric circuits) is over, which means everything else is tedious and stupid.

You don't know how you're going to survive another few months of this.

Then again, you suppose something does keep you coming to your zero period class every day. It's the only thing that actually keeps you from ditching.

There's this quiet boy that sits right next to you. As a fairly reclusive person yourself, you know shy people don't really catch people's attention. But he does.

Well, you barely even know what he looks like since he wears a cap covering his face or pulls a hood over his head every day. So you can safely say the boy doesn't interest you because of his good looks. He piques your interest because he is weirdly considerate.

You're a zero period class, which means when you come into the classroom, the stupid chairs are set on top of the stupid tables so the janitors can clean the stupid floor. It's such a fucking pain in the ass to have to haul your rather heavy chair back down at seven a.m. in the morning so you can sit on it for fifty-seven instructional minutes.

You've embarrassingly struggled over putting your chair back down for the first month of school. But after that first month, magically, your chair would be put down for you.

The boy who sits next to you would be the only one near your seating row. So you know it's his doing. But strangely enough, your seating row consists of four seats. He only puts down the chair for you and himself.

It's an awfully sweet gesture that doesn't go unnoticed.

And he's been doing that every day without fail since last year.

Honestly, it's your senior year and you wouldn't be too against ditching your zero period class, but he keeps you grounded. You need to come every day to see if he puts down your chair. It's the only interesting thing going on in your life, anyway. College decisions are out, you're completely stress-free and you're only coming to school so the office doesn't report you to your parents.

Come to think of it, you're not even sure what the boy's name is. Jeon... Junook? Joonuk? You've only heard his friends call him by his last name, so that's what you've been calling him in your head.

Jeon.

It sounds kinda dreamy.

Yikes. I cannot be possibly falling for a boy I haven't spoken a word to.

But even the way he makes sweater paws with his oversized hoodies is fucking adorable. And sometimes, his head droops a bit, which means he's dosing off again. See? You have that in common with him. Both of you can't stay awake during Mr. Chung's lecture.

You applaud anyone who can stay awake through Mr. Chung's monotonous lectures, actually. Okay, back on track, though.

You've been keeping your little crush on Jeon to yourself for months. You're sure your secret will stay with you when you graduate this stupid hellhole that they call a school. You can't wait to leave this cockroach-infested high school. Well, you'll miss your friends, a couple of teachers, of course. And you'll miss Jeon too... But other than that, you can't wait to leave.

The sound of Mr. Chung yelling at a fellow student makes your daydreaming come to a halt. You sigh. Every week, that man gives out at least one detention. You figured your best bet to not get one is to not talk at all. It's been working so far, too.

You look over at Jeon to see how he's faring. But his head is on his desk, his arms covering his face entirely.

Must've had a rough night.

You're contemplating whether to wake him or not. Mr. Chung might go on a serious rampage if he catches someone so blatantly ignoring his oh-so-important lecture. You're just about to muster up all your courage to speak your very first word to Jeon—and your first word in the class—when something scuttles beneath your feet.

You freeze.

Oh, fucking hell no.

It is what you think it is.

A big, fat, ugly, winged-ass roach.

It twitches its antennas almost sinisterly, and you scream silently, mouth open in shock. If it flies straight at you, it's game over. You're logging out of the group chat of life.

Ohmygod. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

Okay, if you're smart about this, you'll get out of it without a major heart attack. You slowly tug your feet up to your chest, hands shaking and eyes glued onto the disgusting insect.

Apparently, the cockroach does not like being called disgusting in your thoughts. It twitches its antennas again as if to give you a warning signal.

Bitch, you curse at it.

You regret doing that.

The fucking cockroach hears you. And the next thing you know, it's flying straight at you with what you assume is blind rage.

You have no time to think. You scream the first words that come to your brain, "FUCKING SHIT," before nearly falling out of your chair to escape the terror of the fugly cockroach.

The roach manifests itself on your backpack, probably smug about the terror he'd just caused you.

Meanwhile, the whole class is staring at you. You, the quiet, shy girl that some people didn't know existed.

And for the first time, you're able to get a clear look at Jeon's face. His hood had fallen off of his head from the force he had jerked awake when he had heard your vulgar cussing. He's beautiful. His slightly long, curly hair brushes against his wide, doe eyes, and he's staring you down with a shocked look on his face. Your lips part as you examine his features. Oh fuck. I didn't expect that to be under the caps and hoods. And the fact that he's intensely meeting your gaze... You flush, unable to take his blatant stare, you turn away to see your teacher shaking his head at you.

"Y/N. That was unacceptable behavior," Mr. Chung's stern voice yells at you from across the classroom. Your teacher looks a bit shocked at your outburst as everyone else in the room. "We do not... partake in such profanity."

Your eyes grow larger as you stutter, pointing at the cockroach on your backpack. "I-I! Mr. Chung—"

"Detention, Y/N. I'll see you after school."

"I—" you start, fists clenched and eyes watering up with frustration. "I'm sorry, but there was a—"

"WHAT THE FUCK?! THERE'S A BIG ASS FUCKING COCKROACH. HOLY SHIT!"

Your eyes bulge out as you see Jeon of all people yell at the top of his lungs. His voice is surprisingly soft even when he's using it to shriek vulgar profanities. He turns back to grin at you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Before you can even react to his unthinkable gesture, Mr. Chung begins to yell:

"Jungkook! That is absolutely unacceptable. Profanity will not be tolerated in this classroom! Both of you! Detention after school!" Your teacher huffs. Jungkook. You perk up at the sound of Jeon's actual name, a stupid smile blossoming on your face. Bad timing, though. "What are you smiling about? You know what, both of you leave the class until you are able to behave yourselves."

Humiliation tinges your ears red as you hang your head low. God forbid you were being chided by your teacher like you were back in freshman year.

"There's a cockroach on her backpack, Mr. Chung," Jungkook protests, crossing his arms.

Warmth floods through your cheeks as Jungkook defends you.

"Did I ask?" Mr. Chung counters to your utmost disbelief. "Leave your backpacks and get out of class. We'll talk when the period ends."

Fuck.

Jungkook looks over at you, shrugging. He mouths, Oh, well, we tried. Let's go.

Wait, alone time with Jeon Jungkook outside of class? Maybe the cockroach was a sign of luck. Even so, you shudder as you look at the disgusting piece of shit sitting on your backpack. The ugliest luck on Earth, that is.

You maneuver your way around your bag, quickly following behind Jungkook as he struts out of class as if nothing had happened. You feel the eyes of all of your classmates on your back and you would be lying if you said you weren't sweating up a storm.

The moment you're out of the class and away from the windows and door of the room, Jungkook lets out a large sigh of relief.

"That was one hell of a cockroach," he laughs, his nose scrunching up cutely and bangs falling in front of his eyes.

"Y-Yeah," you manage to answer. "Sorry. I think I might've gotten you in trouble..."

Jungkook grins. "Pity. Guess I'll have to spend time with you in detention."

"Do you think Mr. Chung will kill us?"

The boy snorts, casually leaning against the wall and gives you a sideways glance, tilting his head curiously to look at you. "That man's all talk and no action. He hasn't put a student in detention in thirty years... Although he seems like he does every week. I think we'll be fine."

You nod, cheeks turning red as Jungkook stares you down.

"You know, I've been meaning to talk to you for a while," he confesses, smiling softly at you. "But I'm always drowsy zero period, so I didn't want to say something stupid. You really woke me up today. Thanks, honestly."

"O-Oh," you mumble, "yeah, um, no problem. Oh, and thanks for putting my chair down for me every day."

"No biggie," Jungkook grins. "Oh, and by the way, you free this weekend?"

"Uh, yeah," you say, nodding, heart beating as you realize what this is going to lead to.

"Good!" Jungkook exclaims. "I've always wanted to take you out sometime... Is this Saturday okay?"

You nod, too shell-shocked to speak. Turns out the shy boy isn't so shy at all. He'd been quiet because he was tired.

"Great!" he says, clasping his hands together.

The rest of the conversation flowing nicely. The two of you are really getting to know each other. And you find that your instincts had been very accurate—this boy is godsent.

When the bell rings to signalize the end of zero period, you're honestly a bit disappointed. For the first time, you wish your zero period dragged on longer.

"Well, it was so nice getting to you know," Jungkook says as he waves his phone. "I'll text you the details about our date later!" He begins to walk backward away from you, waving.

You watch him like you're entranced in a deep, magical spell.

"Y/N?" he calls when he's several feet away from you.

"Yeah?" you answer.

"You know, I didn't know you were such a cuss out!" he says, winking at you. "Would've never pinned you as the type!"

You giggle, shaking your head. "Speak for yourself!" you call back, making Jungkook grin wider. "And Jungkook?" God, his name sounds so right, rolling off your tongue.

"Yeah?"

"You forgot your backpack, silly. It's still in the classroom."

"Oh shit!"

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[love-fireflysong]

Day 5: Storm

Fandom: Until Dawn Character(s): Josh Washington, Chris Hartley, Ashley Brown, Sam Giddings, brief appearances by Hannah and Beth Words: 2164 Rating: M (Mortal Kombat fatality descriptions, it only the second paragraph though I swear) Author’s Notes: Holy shit. Day 5 you guys. 1/6 of the way through and I can’t believe I’m still somehow managing these. I didn’t think I’d make it past day one honestly. Timeline wise, I’m imagining everyone circa 2011-2012 range in this so keep that in mind. Also that I have never once played the Mortal Kombat games in my life.

“I seriously cannot believe that you’re doing homework right now.”

The wind howled outside as Josh lounged on one of the couches in the main room of the lodge, PlayStation controller in hand as he just stared disappointed in the direction of Ashley. Who, true to his word, was currently working on what looked like her English homework at the coffee table.

“I mean, c’mon Ash, it’s our February break! I was nice enough to invite you and Chris up my swanky family lodge—” the sound of the a deep voice interrupted him with a cry of ‘Finish him!” and he returned his attention to the TV with a cry of horror. Just in time to watch as Chris’s character called up a double and both grabbed on to Freddy Krueger’s legs and pulled. The lodge now filled with the sounds of a bones cracking and breaking as the body was methodically ripped in half with shower of blood. Chris had the gall to actually snicker from where he was sitting next to Ash on the couch. It wasn’t nearly enough to cover the taunting ‘Noob Saibot wins. FATALITY!’. “What the hell, Cochise? That wasn’t fair!”

Chris shrugged as Ash shook her head in exasperation and a vague expression of disgust. “Not my problem, man. Should have been playing closer attention to the game. All’s fair in love and war.”

“Love my ass! You cheated. There was no way that Noob could ever beat Freddy in a fair fight and you know it! I demand a rematch! But first,” Josh turned his attention back to Ashley. “Do you have any idea of the things I had to promise Beth in order to convince her to give me her friend invite? I have to be her personal chauffeur for the next month and this is how you repay me? By doing homework?”

“This report is due next week, Josh! You may be able to not care about any of that, but I certainly do. I can’t afford to fall behind!” Ash made a wide sweeping arc with her hand, Chris frantically grabbing at the pen clenched within before she almost stabbed Josh in the eye with the end of it. “Wait. What do you mean you had to beg Beth?”

“Parents’ only allowed each of us a single plus one. Not important.”

Chris took over for Josh, almost like they had planned it. “Exactly. What is important is the fact that there is no way you can fall behind from being late on a single book report. What, you scared you’re 4.0 is going to drop into a terrifying 3.9?”

She shoved at Chris and tried to steal her pen back, but he was holding behind him out of her reach. “Not funny Chris. Only reason I was allowed to come was if I promised to finish all of my work before we got back.” The two of them began to play an entirely childish game of keep away with the pen, Chris appearing to lower his guard before yanking his hand away just out of reach and Ash scowled as she started to practically climb over him. “Seriously Chris, give me back my pen.”

“You’re gonna have to take it from me Ash.”

“Oh my god, what are you? Five?”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

Next to the both of them Josh debated on giving Chris a hand for roughly five seconds before turning back to the game, intent on giving him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe with the boiler? He wasn’t sure yet, the pit of hell was always a goodie after all. He would unfortunately never be able to find out what his choice would have been though, as with a loud bang from outside, the electricity went out and entire lodge was cast into darkness.

There was two shouts and a scream from the couch (and no, Josh was definitely not the one scream, no matter what Chris and Ash would say later) and Josh frantically dived to the coffee table in front of him. Blindly, he smacked his hand around on the tabletop until he finally found the familiar rectangular shape of his cellphone. Sighing in relief, he turned on the flashlight function and moved the beam towards the others.

“Alright, I think that the wind may have blown out one of the power lines nearby and—” he paused a moment to simply take in the image in front of him. It seemed that in response to the sudden outage. Chris and Ash had grabbed at each other in surprise. Except since they had been fighting only seconds before, she had ended up straddling his lap with her arms around his neck, while he had his arms wrapped quite firmly around his waist. If there had been any space between them, it was purely microscopic. “Well, if I knew that a simple power outage would be enough to finally drive you into each other’s arms, I would have done this ages ago.”

With the phone quite literally casting light on their situation, the both of them seemed to realize their position and they frantically began to push away from the other with apologies and burning faces. Except in their struggle to try and untangle themselves, they both managed to fall off the couch with a surprised yelp, thankfully missing the coffee table in doing so.

“Well, I’m going to go and check on the girls, make sure that they’re alright. Once you two lovebirds figure yourselves out, try to find some candles or flashlights or something.” With that, Josh stood up among the embarrassed stammerings and frantic fumbling and walked towards the stairs. He stopped, and turned his head to yell over his shoulder, “Oh and try to find something to start a fire with, and some blankets. There should be some in the linen closet by the storage room. With the power out, the heats gonna be out as well.”

He walked up the stairs, catching the way the both of them practically ran in opposite direction of the other with an unrestrained snort. And ran into Sam once he reached the top of the stairs on his way to Hannah’s room where he had last seen the blonde and his sisters. Though he squinted painfully at the light from her own phone’s flashlight shining directly into his eyes.

“Jesus Christ Sam, lower that a little will you? I think one half-blind Washington is more than enough for this family thank you very much.”

“Josh? Oh, right. Sorry.” Dutifully, Sam lowered the beam coming from her phone. “Is everything okay? I heard a scream coming from downstairs.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, that was just Ash.” Josh shrugged nonchalantly. “You know her, easily spooked and all that.”

“Uh huh.” Sam said slowly with disbelief and looked over his shoulder, and was surprised to not see Chris and Ashley right behind him. “And where are Chris and Ashley now?”

“Well it’s quite simple. You see, in the darkness they flew into the other’s arms and got so caught up in each other that they fell off the couch.”

“Uh huh,” Sam repeated again, with impossibly even more disbelief. “Sure. Whatever you say Josh.”

“Sammy, is that disbelief I hear in your voice?” Josh placed his unoccupied hand onto his chest scandalized. “I swear to you on my third aunt four times removed grave —bless good old Aunt Prudence’s soul— that every word I have just said is one hundred percent true.”

Sam rolled her eyes but even in the low light from his phone, he caught the growing smile on her face. “Okay, okay. I get it. What are you doing up here anyway?”

“Just came to check on you and my sisters. Make sure that Beth didn’t strangle one of you in fear, really.”

“Well you’re not wrong about that. I just managed to pry her off of Hannah before I ran into you. Though I think it was the blood-curdling scream from downstairs that got her if you ask me.” Sam turned to stare out one of the windows nearby on the second floor and frowned. “Jesus, that blizzard really came out of nowhere didn’t it? Did your parents make it back from town yet?”

Josh looked over her shoulder and was surprised to see nothing but a thick sheet of white blocking his vision from seeing more then a foot out of the window. “No, not yet. They’re probably just gonna spend the night at a hotel or something until the storm clears up enough for them to make it back up here.” He turned to look back at Sam. “Speaking of, I think that there’s a couple of flashlights or something up here. I think they’re further down the hall towards Hannah’s room. I’ll help you look for them, but then I should probably get back downstairs. Make sure that Chris and Ash didn’t manage to knock themselves out by walking into a door or table in the dark.”

"They’re not really the most graceful of people are they?”

Josh sighed wistfully as he once again placed a hand over his chest, this time in extreme fondness. “Bless their dorky little hearts, but they are as awkward and clumsy as a newborn deer.”

“Well, lead on then. Bring me to these rumored flashlights oh great and all knowing one.”

With that, Josh spent the next several minutes with Sam helping her to locate and bring back the flashlights and extra blankets when they managed to find them. After confirming that his sisters were fine, if not a little annoyed that their brother had thought the need to check up on them, he recommended that the three of them sleep in one of the guest room’s on the main floor, as it was the only bedroom other than their parents’ that had a fireplace. He then had to spend another couple of minutes reassuring them that he would be fine, he would just spend the night sleeping in front of the fireplace in the main room with Chris and Ash. Then, and only then, was he was finally able to go back downstairs to confirm that neither of his best friends had managed to lose a limb by running into the sharp corner of a table. Only to stop at the bottom of the stairs and raised his eyebrows.

“Wow, I know that both of you have a weird idea of romance, but I think doing homework by candlelight is a little nerdy even for you two.”

Chris turned from where he was trying, and failing fantastically, to light a fire in the fireplace. “I told her that she was insane for doing it, but she refused to believe me.”

Ash turned to look at the both of them, eyes catching first on Chris before moving to Josh on the other side of the room. “I meant what I said earlier, I really need to get this report done.”

Josh groaned as he went to go over and help Chris out with the fire. “And I meant what I said too: we are vacationing in a ski lodge and you are doing your homework. You are a killjoy of the highest degree.” He and Chris fumbled with the fireplace for another few seconds and gave a shout in victory when a flame finally managed to catch onto the dry timber and newspapers.

Walking over to Ashley, he noted the quite frankly insane amount of blankets that covered nearly every surface of the couch and the pile on the floor. While he was relieved that they, or more likely Ashley, had figured out his plans, had they they looted every single bedroom in the lodge or something? He hadn’t even been aware that there were this many blankets in the building to begin with. 

He sat down next to Ash on the floor, Chris not far behind, and began to take away her papers, making sure that they were well away from candle flames. As much as he joked about getting rid of it sometimes, he didn’t actually want to burn any of it.

“What the—? Josh!”

“Ash. Ashley. Ash-oh-ley Bu-row-nuh. Let’s be honest here. Your kids are already gonna be getting terrible genes in the eyesight department, we don’t need to add yours to the mix.” Ash face’s colored a bit, but she let him remove and give the papers to Chris who carefully tucked them away.

“Now that that’s dealt with, you know what’s just the thing to do on a dark, stormy night when the power’s out?” Josh grabbed a flashlight from off the table and flicked it on, making sure that his face was cast in shadow from the beam of light, and gave a wide, toothy grin. “Scary stories.”

Honestly, the two pillows that came from either side to hit him in the head was just rude.   

[totheendofthelinepal]

MAN OF HONOR (PART SIX)

Summary: You were dreading a certain wedding you were involved in, desperate to find a suitable date that could pass as your fake boyfriend. Luckily, Bucky Barnes had nothing better to do.

Notes: NSFW (18+), Swearing

The restaurant was quiet, and you knew exactly why. Your dress had been much more in disarray than when you walked in, only because it was hiked nearly to your chest just moments ago. Not only were all eyes on you, the closet had suffered from what Bucky’s metal arm could do. Your eyes scanned, seeing the looks of disbelief and shock - the both of you walking away from the mess you made, Bucky grinning widely as if he didnt care, he was proud. It was now you took in the sight of your mother, you had never seen her eyes so wide in your whole life - even when you caused the argument of Christmas 5 years ago. That was  a big one. But now she sat, her face white and complete shock. Eyes meeting Bucky once again, the both of you sat slowly - as if nothing happened. 

“You-…have pieces of the wall. in your hair.” Your sister choked out, Bucky quickly wiping away the debris.

Your mother’s mouth still hung open, quickly swallowing to speak, “Sh-Should we-…get this to go?”

Bucky only smiled softly, “That would be great.”

“Now that you’ve finished, looks like we haven’t got a need to stay.” Stacy blurted out, and you instantly glared, “What? like what I said is worse than the whole restaurant seeing Hunk’s are.”

Bucky snickered out, and you couldn’t help but shove him - he was taking too much amusement in this.

The closet was supposed to be discreet, but it was anything but. As every other time, it went far and above anything you had expected. Clearly the same for him, his damn hand flew through the wall - the metal contraption taking out the wall. The both of you ended up toppled over, leaving no dignity left. Thankfully you were able to cover yourselves - well at least you did. 

“Bucky.” You nearly hissed, his laughter growing.

“So, Eric? tell me are you finished, or can we take this to go?” Bucky turned his eyes, licking his lips in amusement.

“You’re an ass.” Eric quipped out, his jaw already tensing.

“Least he’s got one, Fresh out the bakery if you ask me, yours is as flat as my iron.” Stacy nearly snorted in laughter, and Olivia joined soon after.

“Well thank you.” Bucky grinned widely, placing his hand to your back, “She seems to enjoy it.”

“Oh my god.” You blurted out, covering your face from the rush of red to your cheeks.

The air was much cooler than you hoped, but the sight it brought you only craved for it to linger. You had never seen Bucky Barnes in this light, but the well fitted grey suit made you realize things you hadn’t thought of. He was more than you imagined on this trip, thinking it would be two weeks of hell - turned into each day you wanted to spend with him. Part of it was fear rising in you, but his hand in yours right now - put an unspeakable comfort in your heart. It was a comfort you hadn’t felt, but you knew that very hand wouldn’t leave you until you asked it to. Which was beginning to be something you could never picture yourself saying, for Bucky Barnes to let go. 

“I dont think heels would get you very far.” 

Your thoughts stopped, hearing the sound of the man that consisted them. His blue eyes danced across you, falling to where your fingers laced.

“Excuse me?” You smiled softly, he was clearly teasing about something.

“I know you’re thinking of running, I see it on your face.” Bucky sighed out, and you knew he was making a comment of your near distrust of letting yourself fall.

“I-I’m not thinking of running.” You laughed it off nervously, “I just, its been a long time.”

“I’m not Eric.” Bucky stopped his steps, and you realized you were almost to the brunch set up by your mother - the party was just moments away.

“I know you’re not.” Biting your lip, your hand moved to lace with the other free hand of his, “I’m just getting used…to this. you.” 

“I thought you were getting pretty used to me last night.” He smiled in amusement, quickly biting he is lip after.

“Yeah thanks for that.” You snickered, pulling his frame to walk again, “My Mother gave me a very detailed talk about protection. Not too mention, Eric has been up my ass ever since.” You scoffed, remembering Eric’s stern talk as you got home last night.

As you neared, you heard the promise your Mother made - the low sound of olden music ringing in the courtyard filled with guests. You dreaded it, hearing Eric run his mouth on how much you made a mistake of bringing Bucky here. You knew it was coming, which is why the party outside is something you hated. It meant no definite escape route.

“Eric is still talking shit, I thought I shut him up last night.” Bucky sighed, his hand now moving across your back - holding your waist closely to him.

“No it seems you’ve awakened the beast.” You giggled out, groaning at the annoyance of Eric seconds later.

Bucky stopped once again, just before the crowd of people. You expected him to drag you to the dance floor - show everyone his surprising dancing skills. But no, he stood just before the set entrance in the courtyard - a small smirk on his lips. 

“What are you doing?” You walked to his frame in confusion, and before he said a word to you - his hand nearly yanked you in the other direction. 

Stumbling quickly behind, you watched as a few eyes followed the both of you off to the side of the party. Bucky stopped once again, coming to a halt just by the bushes.

“What are you-“

Your body flew to the ground, your head hitting the ground of the fresh cut grass - you groaned out slightly, Bucky mumbling a quick sorry before hovering over you. 

“Bucky, what the hell?” You giggled slightly, watching his hands practically rip away his tie.

“You said I woke the beast, right?” He grinned widely, quickly finding your hands.

Eyes growing wide, his hands placed you to the branch of the bushes - his tie now encasing at your wrists. Your mouth dropped, you had never in your life been tied to anything during sex - and he sure as hell as determined. 

“I could easily get out of this.” You took a deep breath, watching him rip away his white button up.

Bucky hummed lowly in a grin, “If you do, you won’t get what you want sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help but smile in excitement, he was constantly surpassing any man you had ever been with. You gasped out slightly, feeling his hands push up the material of your dress - you had failed to mention you had ran out of underwear to wear, leaving you completely bare.

“Looks like someone was already waiting for this to happen.” Bucky grinned, his hands moving across the front of your thighs.

“I didnt have any underwear to wear, Bucky.” You sighed out nervously, watching as his lips had already moved to your skin.

“Oh thats right, I’ve done ruined all of them, haven’t I?” He looked up in a smirk, before placing his lips to your hip.

“Shit.” you sighed out, his fingers already finding their way to your heat. You nearly lost it, your body already quivering under the touch of his mouth. As your own weakness hit you, your eyes flickered below - Bucky’s piercing blues melting into your gaze. Your chest hitched, his breathing now hitting just before you - prickling every inch of your skin. 

“You look so inviting.” Bucky whispered a grin, his fingers still moving against the wetness that had already gathered.

“Bucky, please.” You choked out, your hips beginning to speak for what you wanted.

His hand moved away, laying flat just above your waist - and you knew it was only seconds away. Hitting you in a flush heat, his lips made their way slowly to you - the warmth of his tongue lapping at the very heat causing your hips to shift. Bucky was never one for wasting time, and he proved true in the moment - flicking the top his tongue to the sensitive bundle of nerves. Doing your best to control yourself, you bit back a moan - worried you might encourage prying eyes. With one hum, you quickly faltered - the breathless incoherent sound leaving you with every movement below your waistline. It baffled you, just how much he enjoyed it as much as you did - the sounds that vibrated to your skin clearly told you he loved every second. He left only for a moment, his hand quickly pulling away the tie that kept you - granting you access to whatever you wanted. Hands shaking forward, you gripped the hair between your thighs - giving him only the encouragement to get lost in you. You were unaware much longer of what he was readying to do - but the entrance of his fingers once again caused your thighs to clutch to his jaw. A string of quivering curses flew from your lips, every so often slipping his name like a mantra. The intense wave hit you, the feeling of those very fingers beginning to curl - his heavenly mouth not letting up in the slightest. Crying out, your body jerked forward - and it finally hit you, nearly panting your hands gripped. You fell back again, the release causing your body to the point of being completely stunned of what was happening. Once you felt him pull away, you relaxed your muscles - only to feel him press once again. Wincing lightly, you let out a near whimper - sensitivity still evident at your core.

“Cleaning up my mess, doll.” Bucky grinned up to you, his lips finding the top of your knee.

“Holy shit.” You choked out, your breathing still desperately trying to catch up.

“That’s the second time that’s happened, I must be good at it.” Bucky chuckled out, his hands caressing to your legs - still feeling slightly numb.

“Did I-?” You knitted your brow, quickly rising to your elbows.

“You sure did.” Bucky smirked, moving to kiss you quickly, “And you tasted so sweet”

H

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, slightly embarrassed of how undone you were under his touch - but you could tell by the look on his features that he loved it as much, if not more, than you did.

“What the fuck?”

You jolted quickly, Bucky’s hands pulling down the rest of your dress to a voice behind you. Your eyes grew wide, seeing Eric stand before the two of you - his glass dropping to the grassed floor.

“I’ll be damned. Get a good view, asshole?” Bucky sighed out, rising quickly - you took note he was still shirtless. 

“Y-you-“ Eric coughed out, his eyes flickering to you still to the ground.

“I hope you heard all of it, dick - and if you think that was good, you were seriously mistaken about her. She’s far better than I am.” Bucky grabbed his things quickly, and you saw his hand already reaching to you.

“I dont care.” Eric swallowed, “I know that you two are faking it.”

“Excuse me?” You chimed in, straightening your dress - you took the hand that held you moments ago.

“You think I wasn’t going to do a little research? What do you think your mother is going to say when your brought him along just for the damn wedding? Newsflash buddy, she already had a backup at the ready if you screwed it up.” Eric snapped, his eyes darting to the both of you.

You looked quickly, Bucky was clearly hurt by the unfortunate truth. You hated it, but it was in fact true - you had made sure that you had someone ready to go in case he backed out.

“That doesn’t matter.” Bucky spoke much softer, and before you could explain - his hands dragged you to the party.

“Buck-“ You choked out, already feeling guilt hit you.

“Let’s just sit down and eat, okay?” His blue eyes looked to you again, full of hurt.

As much as it terrified you, every fiber of your being knew what needed to happen. Bucky sat quietly, waiting patiently for you to join him - but you didnt. Your feet took you across the dance floor, near the mic stand that was set up for the speeches to be made later today. Bucky looked to you in confusion, as your hands tapped quickly to the microphone. After a few moments you swallowed out, hearing the music beginning to quiet down at your action. All eyes were on you, and suddenly your nerves told you to make a run for it. But you couldn’t do it, seeing Bucky’s eyes still look to you - you were ready.

“Hey everyone.” you choked out, meeting eyes with your family, “I know I was supposed to make a speech about my sister, how much I love her and all. B-but I just wanted to say something first.”

Your mother knitted her brow, and you moved the Mic in Bucky’s direction. You swallowed out again, knowing how much of this you were going to get scolded for.

“I just had sex, well kind of sex. With Bucky Barnes.” You choked out, and you heard a couple of glasses hit the ground. Bucky’s eyes grew wide, his mouth falling open to your announcement. Eyes all turned to him, and you saw the slight nervous laughter cross his features.

“And I wanted him to know.” You took a breath, “That yes it was mind-blowing. But, its not-…its not just sex. I like the way you hold my hand. Not too tight, letting me know you’re okay if I choose to run. But tight enough to tell me that you’re not running. You’re not going anywhere. So its my turn to tell you, I’m not running. I’m not.”

You saw a slight smile, mixed with confusion - his eyes looking to you in amusement. 

“Im not running.” You repeated, quieter as if you only wanted him to hear, “T-thank you.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot, and your palms already started to sweat - quickly moving to your seat. After a few moments, you heard your cousin Stacy - she started the applause of laughter and clapping, following by the rest of the guests outside. When you finally made your way to him, his grin now told you just how much he enjoyed your little proclamation.

“I mean if you really want to drop some jaws, you could’ve told them I made you-“

Your hand flew quickly, giggling as you prevented him from finishing the sentence. You couldn’t help it, moving your hand to move to him. As they always were, you felt the softness of his lips touch you - gentle and careful, moving to a place of passion. Kissing him was quickly becoming your favorite thing. 

“Bucky?” You pulled away, realizing your hand had made its way to his chest.

“What is it?” He looked almost worried, his thumb placing just below your chin.

“Will you dance with me?” You bit your lip, your eyes moving slowly to the dance floor. 

You heard his soft laugh, his hands already pulling you from your chair, “I’d love to.”

The both of you hurriedly made your way to the dance floor, and it didnt take long for him to playfully swing you across the floor.

“When we get back, I’m taking you on a proper date.” Bucky chuckled, his hands placing to your waist.

“Well what have we been doing all this time?” You giggled, letting yourself get lost in the eyes you were so afraid to fall in love with.

“Im just getting started with you, doll.” Bucky grinned, “Dont you wanna know what I can do in the third chorus?”

“Thought I did last night.” You smirked, unable to hide your amusement to him.

“Oh you have no idea, sweetheart.” Bucky laughed, his lips making their way to your ear, “That was just the beginning.”

You bit back a grin, your hands moving to pull him even closer. 

You were more than excited to find out.